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blues824 · 2 years

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Can I have a platonic scenario with the teathers and a muichiro reader

Imagen they came from the demon slayer universe and them finding out they risk their life to fight demons and they came with the crow who is like a reminder for them. (it's the only crow that hats crowly because they are not responsible enough they like the rest tho )

imagine Sam's friends on the other side telling his about their past and why they suffer amnisia and Sam telling the

rest of the staf about it.

Them finding out they're dating Malleus and them having a shift watching them on their cloud gazing dates

Crowy: who is this sassy lost child.

Crewel : who is the responsible father figure having the time of his life making outftes for them showing favourinsm towards them

Ashton : being empress by their stamina the kid can outrun him

Mozus: letting them play with lusifer in class and giving them memory notes about class

Sam : being the brothers figure intested in the world and breathing techniques

MY FIRST STAFF REQUEST!!! YESSSSSS!!! Also, the Twisted version of Lucifer the cat is Lucius, in case you forgot! :)

THIS IS PLATONIC!!!

Dire Crowley

I fully believe that Crowley would take over as a father figure over you. After all, he is just so kind to do that for you. He is very protective of you and will do anything in his power to make sure that you are safe. If he asks you to do something dangerous, know that he is secretly very reluctant to ask you.

When you got isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, you were immediately taken under Crowley’s wing (pun intended). He noticed that you traveled with another crow, another one that could talk. You told him that back in your world you slay demons for a living and the crow guides you.

One day, Sam pulled Crowley aside. He told the headmage that his friends on the other side had told him that there was more to you than anyone would have guessed. He explained what had happened to you in your life, like the loss of your twin and your memories.

From that point on, Crowley treated you like you were made of glass. He was basically coddling you and you didn’t like it at all. You even bluntly told him that he wasn’t your father and so he had no right to be treating you that way. Never knew a crow could cry until that day.

When he finds out that you’re going out with Malleus Draconia, he doesn’t know what to think. He knows that the fae prince would treat you well, but he could snap at any moment and decide to abuse his power and keep you locked in a tower away from anyone and everyone.

Then he remembers that he has the power to expel any of the students and if the prince gets expelled from NRC, it wouldn’t look good among his subjects. However, it could and most certainly would start a political war.

Divus Crewel

Ah, yes… the more responsible father figure. Arguably the more favorable father figure. You are easily his favorite pup. Also, if you thought Crowley was too overprotective, think again. Crewel is that kind of dad that would have a shotgun out if your date doesn’t bring you home by 8.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, Professor Crewel takes the time to make sure you understand your predicament and lets it sink in slowly. Then, he would personally escort you to each class so you know where you are going. When he sees your crow, he doesn’t ask many questions about it. If he could, he would have a dog as a personal companion, so he understands.

One day, at a mandatory staff meeting, Sam told everyone what his friends on the other side told him. How exactly you got to be the way you are now, your amnesia, your twin, the fact that you are one of the top Demon Slayers back in your world.

After that meeting, Crewel keeps a close eye on you, but other than that he now knows that you can handle yourself. These students are weaker than the demons you had to face, so they would be a piece of cake to defeat.

Did not like that you were going out with the Diasomnia dorm leader. Like, he does not like it. As your present guardian, he did the whole “let’s meet him and intimidate him the whole time” and boy did it work. Malleus has never felt so scared, but if it was for you he would do anything. He gained some respect from Divus, but not his approval.

His favoritism towards you definitely shows. He will take you shopping for more comfortable and stylish clothing, as well as take you grocery shopping. In return, you manage to stay down-to-earth during your classes. It’s a fair trade in his eyes.

Ashton Vargas

He’s like that fun uncle everyone has. He’s not very overprotective, but more like that person you could go to when you get your heart broken and he will comfort you while telling you how to dispose of the body.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he is there with you every step of the way. He doesn’t know what it’s like, but if you need to get stress out, he is having you train your abilities as well as your body so that you have an outlet. Think punching bags, running miles upon miles, while also running or holding the punching bag next to you if you need to tell him anything.

One day, he dropped his water bottle and it broke, and it’s important to stay hydrated. So, what did he do? Went to Sam’s shop for a new water bottle, of course! While he was there, Sam told him about your sorrowful tale. At least now he knows why you are faster than him!

You also tell him that while you spend time in TW, you are slowly regaining more and more memories. A lot of them come from training with him, so he will be even more motivated to work out with you. He will push you to your limit so that you can unlock more memories and gain a deeper understanding of who you were before the accident.

He’s pretty chill over you dating Malleus. As long as he treats you right and stays respectful, he’s got the a-ok. You appreciate it, and you tell him about what you did during your time with your boyfriend. It’s typically peaceful cloud-gazing, but sometimes y’all bring food and make a picnic out of it.

All in all, he’s pretty chill. 10/10 would replace him with my deadbeat biological father if I could. He would be your scary guard dog privilege. He’s always excited when he knows that he will be teaching your class on the days he does.

Mozus Trein

Basically the same as Divus. However, he’s had children of his own and knows what the heck he’s doing. He’s not overprotective either; ‘if someone hurts you, hurt them back’ kind of philosophy. Him as a father figure and him as a professor are 2 different people, btw.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he will be quite curious about you. He would offer Lucius in hopes of comforting you as he tells you what is going to happen. However, Lucius doesn’t like your crow very much… he tried to eat the bird in the first 5 seconds. You then told your crow that it wouldn’t be the best idea for him to be there at that moment and he gladly flew to a nearby tree outside the window.

While getting more food for Lucius, Sam ushered him to the back of the shop for a private conversation. He had a concerned look on his face, so Mozus knew that it was serious this time. When he spilled the tea, Trein understood everything, why you’re so up in the clouds.

Like Crewel, he will keep a closer eye on you. However, he will be a tad more understanding if you can’t grasp the material at first. He will gladly tutor you if you need any help. Plus, he will give you his notes since he knows most of your friends either have not-so-great handwriting or they just don’t take notes altogether.

He doesn’t like that you’re dating Malleus, but you certainly could have done much worse. He’s grateful that you aren’t dating a complete idiot, but someone that would treat you the way you should be treated. He used to be married so he knows what love feels like, and he doesn’t want to keep you from experiencing that wonderful feeling.

He’s also grateful that you can’t really overblot with your lack of magic. However, that means you can just snap at any given moment: he can see that anger and rage is the underlying fuel to your fire. He always keeps tabs on you in case you show any signs of distress or anything like that so you can be calmed down before you actually behead someone.

Sam

My personal favorite. He is the older brother figure who would always be there for you. He will have his friends watch out for you in case you need help with anything. Also, in case you run into trouble with any students. He wants to watch as you beat their asses.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he will take you to his shop so that he can get you all fixed up with everything you’re gonna need. He might throw in a stress ball because he gets how this might be stressful for you.

He makes a small deal with his friends from the other side to know more about you since you can’t seem to recall many memories from your past. When they tell him about their findings, he’s shocked. Also low-key terrified because he deals with dark magic a lot, so you might kill one of his ‘friends’.

He won’t keep a closer eye on you. He knows you can handle yourself. Instead, he’s eating popcorn on the sidelines as you bluntly call Ace stupid for running his mouth all the time and when you defeat a bunch of students with your skills as a swordsperson.

He’s pretty chill when he finds out you’re dating Malleus. He will often even give you date suggestions as well as help you get ready because he’s just that awesome. He acts like a teenage girl when you come back and asks you about everything that happened.

He’s the type of person who would get you out of doing things for Crowley by lying and saying you are needed at the shop. The headmage can’t say no because the school’s funds rely heavily on the school shop. In reality, he just lets you free cuz Crowley doesn’t have the right to push his duties onto you.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #dire crowley #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #ashton vargas #ashton vargas x reader #mozus trein x reader #mozus trein #twst sam #twst sam x reader

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lootthekey · 9 months

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My “Shot in the Dark” Prediction for Magic’s Next Year of Story

Wilds of Eldraine

We already know this story, but its contents are worth revisiting in order to have context for the rest of the story. Ashiok has helped Eriette, seemingly the aunt of Rowan and Will and a truly devious witch, prolong the sleep curse that was used to put all the Phyrexians invading Eldraine to sleep. Now, the curse is spreading and the Kindly Lord of the fae, Talion, is enlisting the help of others to correct a mistake they made by brokering a deal with three witches to construct this curse.

Talion enlists Kellan, a half-fae child and one of the main protagonists of the next year of story at least, to defeat the three witches they worked with to construct the curse. Kellan wishes to know who his father is, so he accepts this quest. Meanwhile, Rowan has been deeply traumatized by the loss of her parents during the Phyrexian Invasion, and is slowly descending into a mad lust for power. And not just any power, but the power to change the world around her as she pleases. She hates how Will, a much bigger pacifist than her, is handling the whole situation, and has decided to take matters into her own hands.

Her quest eventually leads her to Eriette, who convinces Rowan to join her so that The Realm can live happily ever after in their dreams forever. After a climactic battle involving Rowan, Will, Eriette, Kellan, and Ashiok, The Realms are saved from the curse of slumber. Eriette is defeated by Kellan and Ruby, a companion Kellan met along the way who assisted him in defeating the various witches in his quest. Will plays as a game of Magic against Rowan, using a Control strategy to survive her Aggro strategy, so that he could stall until he had an opening to force Ashiok to flee by sending a bolt of ice at Ashiok’s chest. Rowan is then forced to flee.

Kellan, having completed his quest, eventually learns that his biological father is Oko, the bastard from the previous Eldraine set that famously turned King Kenrith (and most of Magic) into an elk. He then finds an Omenpath and unknowingly likely leaves Eldraine for a long time, having been transported to a different plane with no easy way to return. It is then implied that Eriette, after being broken out of jail by Ashiok, does the same.

Lost Caverns of Ixalan

Now we get into the realm of speculation as we venture into the next set: Lost Caverns of Ixalan. We know little of this set except that it is a “Race to the Center of the Earth” style of story that will also have us meet various mythical figures from Ixalan’s mythology. However, there are three particular, currently unconfirmed characters I want to speak about appearing in Ixalan, as their presence is either very significant for the remaining story or was hinted at in earlier sets.

Vraska was last seen on Ravnica, recently compleated and sent off by Elesh Norn to do the same to the rest of Ravnica. However, she was defeated by Ral and then mysteriously vanished after having a vision of Jace flash within her mind. Seeing as Ixalan is where Jace and Vraska’s love for each other first blossomed, I believe it is likely the last remains of uncompleated Vraska’s instinctively planeswalked to Ixalan as she was defeated by Ral. Due to the fact that Phyrexian planeswalkers were compleated likely through corrupting their sparks, the loss of her spark could cause Vraska to revert back to her normal form on Ixalan. This is important as she has both a role to play later and a familiar enemy to face.

Azor, the one responsible for the Guildpact system of Ravnica, the creator of the Immortal Sun, and one of few characters who were once planeswalkers still alive to possibly rival Bolas as far as meddling goes, is currently still on Ixalan. However, with the appearance of Omenpaths, Azor has a new route to renew his meddling ways and potentially even return to Ravnica. Well, its a good thing the next set isn’t set on Ravnica yeah?

Finally, Quintorius was last seen on Arcavios defeating the Phyrexians who invaded Strixhaven. At the end of his own quest, Quint sparked. While his role is yet to be seen, a set themed entirely around diving down to uncover the lost history of Ixalan sounds right up Quint’s alley.

Murders at Karlov Manor

Oh would you look at that, the next set actually is on Ravnica. Someone has been murdered at Teysa’s manor, which, for a family most well known for turning into ghosts, isn’t particularly crazy sounding to me personally. However, it’s still a big deal as someone is going to get framed for these murders, and Ravnica is going to need a judge to decide who is guilty. Who could fill that role…

Oh right. I think it’s likely Azor and Vraska return to Ravnica, only for Azor to meddle and attempt to put the blame on those he sees as the most chaotic for Ravnica, being Vraska and our favorite demon…

…Rakdos. Whether they actually did it is meaningless, as this leads to the finale.

Outlaws of Thunder Junction

This is where fates collide. Vraska and Rakdos flee through an Omenpath to the wild west, where they meet Oko and, eventually, Kellan as well. After joining with two other individuals, the “Magnificent Six” will face off against the cruel face of corrupt law, Azor, and change all of their fates forever. Eventually, Azor will be defeated, and likely flee to his other unfinished business partner, Ugin. This leads to the next story arc: the Dragonstorm Arc.

#mtg #story #spoiler #quintorius #oko #kellan #vraska #azor #rakdos #eriette #ashiok #wilds of eldraine #lost caverns of ixalan #murders at karlov manor #outlaws of thunder junction #omenpath arc

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yuufujimaru · 5 months

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HELLO!! i was the anon who asked about spoilers! sorry for not answering sooner!

book 7 just released on EN a few weeks ago, so i will just head straight to what i want to ask.

how do you think Overblot Malleus would be handled in this story timeline ? since Lilia is also growing old and leaving NRC in the original game , do you think Lilia in the HP universe will do the same thing?? or is it that hes just immune to old age now?

id also like to identify as 🎀 anon, if thats possible :3

Your perfectly fine, life happens and things can go one way or another.

Lilia is old, he knows that and it's something that his family know as well. He's happy in this life and he's tired of living such a long life, he has something he loves and is willing to die for it. Malleus wouldn't be happy of course, all his friends are pretty much destined to die at some point. Sebek is half human and he will live a long life, but he's not immortal.

Lilia may or may not essentially decide to fade, if he was to go through the Second 'Wizarding War' and he calls it a war very loosely, he may essentially inform Malleus he is going to be the last to die. He will remain in the world of the living for however long the rest of their mortal companions may live, so that Malleus will have something to always reminisce on the past together with, but his heart will no longer be able to deal with all the loss he has endured.

Lilia knows he broken the tenets of the fae and he's involved himself with both humans and their emotional affairs; he's simply too far gone to go back and given his long life, advanced age and all the horrors he's witnessed? A century or two of happiness at he end is how he wants to end it.

Even if the 'Wizarding War' doesn't happen, he will probably decide the same thing, but it would take a lot longer for him to come to that decision. The main reason being that his kids, the NRC Group that will explode on one another at any moment, aren't in the line of fire. They aren't at the threat of being captured, tortured or even killed. It's because of that thought that made him tell Malleus in that time line he's going to die once everyone has gone, in one where he didn't experience the wizards and their 'war' he waits until he feels it's right.

As for Malleus, he's not happy. Not at all. He's going to loose everyone and all the people in his Kingdom feel as if he would be better for it, but he knows he's not going to last long once Lilia and Sebek die. Yuu will be the beginning of his end, and he knows that. Yuu may not be the first to die, he might be the last or he might perish sometime between all his friends but Malleus knows that once Yuu is gone, he will never be the same. Malleus will probably last another century or 2 after all his friends have gone from the world before he joins them as well.

He's experienced happiness for the first time in his life and to have it ripped from his so young isn't something he is equipped to handle.

Hopes this explained everything to you my dearest 🎀 Anon!

#twisted wonderland #harry potter #twst mc #twst yuu #twst headcanons #twst ensemble #answered ask #dorm leaders

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wizarddilaudid · 1 year

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wizard101 headcanons

Card making. Sometimes it's something personal, carefully crafted and precise, holding the memory of the magic. Other times it's done in desperation, between fights or deep in dungeons. The crafting and obtaining of spells is dependent on the class of magic, but how does each school craft their cards, the paper that the spells live in.

Storm Wizards make the paper from the leaves that fall from storms, strong winds having carried the leaf to them. Shredding the leaf to mold and shape it, crafting them in a meticulous fashion, optimized and efficient. They always come out a little stained and a little bumpy. But they hold the spell well.

Fire Wizards take the ash from their burned cards, a cycle of renewal a precious thing. Using what had served them well in a previous battle, pressed back into what it once was. It always leaves the cards smelling of smoke, dry and leaving soot on their fingers when they handle the deck.

Ice wizards use the water of frozen springs to soak the papers, a resource they are sure to carry with them for practicality less they find themself short on cards, though they do tend to over-prepare, having more than enough blank cards at the ready. It wouldn't be unusual for each student to personalize them, adding a scent that reminds them of home.

Myth Wizards use their own magic to craft their cards, infusing the papers with sigils they have learned from magic folk and fae. Leaving imprints of words lost to time that they may only know the true voice of, settled into the back of the cards. A sacrifice each time a card may fizzle, the loss of a word.

Life Wizards borrow from the Earth, using the plants that they grow and tend to to create their cards, be sure to make use of every part of the life they harvest; the root for shield cards, the stem for blades, the fruit for healing, and the thorns and pricks for hit cards; a drop of blood soaked into the paper. The remains of used cards returned to the soil.

Death Wizards use the remains of what's lost; cards from battles past, forgotten elements and tools that have served their use. They harbor an energy that no longer has use the current day, to mold them into something else, and something new is a mercy to the endless time that await them. The Wizards themselves tend to be caught in a memory.

Balance Wizards use what they can without taking too much from the Spiral, turning something into another thing can be dangerous when they are not equivalent in price. Shards of gems, once simply rocks, hold a card together as specks fuse and mold into old papers. Steady in their Wizard's hands; to be used with the wrong intention may cut the holder on it's sharp edge.

#headcanons #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #wizzy101 #writeblr #writing #craft

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imthepunchlord · 2 years

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I think we can all agree hawkmoth was not meant to be a main long-lasting villain. So what do you think would have been better to have as the main villain? One thing I see a few people do is to go the shonen anime way and have a far-reaching, global criminal organization. Most commonly in fanfiction, it's an evil modern version of the order of guardians, that is out to collect all the miraculous for their evil purpose (which would work since the shown has shown there to be multiple miracle boxes).

Well, Mayura could've worked as the next big bad, as by her intial design and with how Zag built her up, she looked like someone who was going to be calculating and cold. I actually thought her mask was going to be a full facial mask meaning you wouldn't see her lips move when she talks, adding to the unnerving feeling her design could've promoted.

To be different from HM, I like the idea of her possibly being someone who did successfully make a wish, only how she wants to undo it. I'd vote immortality myself; peacocks are symbols of immortality, its a common wish people would make, her longevity sets her up to be VERY experienced, and possible tropes for immortality is a loss of compassion and loss of fear of consequences; she could've easily been someone who has nothing to loose and doesn't fear what her actions will cause. And by design, she is visually set up to be a good counter to Ladybug, so something interesting could've been done there.

There is the thought of doing the Order, but personally I'd do them as an antagonistic force, who's way of doing things clashes with how the heroes do things. Like say, it could be they disagree with Marinette being friendlier to kwamis, and the Guardians can have an understandable stance that kwamis can't be fully trusted as they don't have the same moral views as humans or they make risky choices. Kwamis possibly have a blind faith in humanity or are inclined to always give them a chance when they shouldn't. This could play off that Nooroo came to Gabriel because he picked up on that emotional distress and wanted to help him, now Gabriel is misusing his power. And kwamis don't like Guardians because they restrict their freedom and their choices, and they'll pick humans who aren't a real good fit for their power. I'd say there could be one villainous Guardian, but I'd be more interested in this clash of how miraculous should be handled, kwamis vs Guardians, and the struggle to come to a compromise or reworking an old system.

Another idea is taking statue Mei Shi.

I like the idea of taking this, having it be created by the Guardians as a precaution against kwamis and miraculous. A fail safe. If Guardians ever went against kwamis or a very dangerous misuser, Mei Shi was made to be the perfect counter to all miraculous. So what if this creation decided that miraculous aren't worth it to have in the world anymore? And he's design to perfectly counter every single one of them; that'd be a tough opponent to face and be intriguing to see what they'd do.

And of course, there are non miraculous options. I would expand upon them facing against magic.

How about witches who want the Cat because black cats go with witches and black magic?

How about doing something with the Arthurian legend? Maybe a corrupted Excalibur that D'Argencourt is using and he wants to become mayor and literally take Paris to the dark ages.

Could also do something with the fae, who in mythology aren't so benevolent to humans as the modern view would have you think, maybe of them tricking humans for their own amusement or spite, helping only when it suits them, or spiriting them away because they can. It could also be interesting to have a chance to have kwamis work off another magical race.

Could work off vampires and creating a hive mind.

And working with French mythology, could've done something with the original gargoyle: Gargouille.

They were a dragon that terrorized the countryside of Paris and killed by a Saint and turned into the first gargoyle. What if someone revived them and they're in Paris, commanding an army of gargoyles at night.

And of course, yeah, could do something with a gang and them wanting miraculous, but that just doesn't interest me as much. I'm more interested in seeing magic against magic.

Either way, either miraculous related or not, ML had a lot of options to explore. it's a shame these creators are lazy and uninspired.

#ask Punchie #ml salt

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chain-link-smut · 7 months

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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 28: Hyrule x Legend x Four - Rock, Paper, Scissors

Summary: Hyrule is a virgin and seeks out Legend and Four to change that. A strip game wasn't exactly what he thought would happen.

Content Warning: Link x Link, Linkcrest, MMM. This was a Ao3 request, don't like don't read.

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"The rules are simple. Rock beats scissors, scissors beat paper, paper beats rock. If you lose, you have to either take a shot of the worst booze we could find or take off an artifact of clothing." Legend explained as he set up the three shot glasses.

Hyrule looked over the bottle of choice for the game. "Knob Creek? What does it taste like?"

Four groaned, "Like already ignited Kerosene mixed with cat piss."

Legend clapped Hyrule's shoulder, "Don't worry, we are all taking a shot together to kick off the game."

Shots poured, all three held up the glasses and took the first shot. Hyrule’s eyes widened as he swallowed the liquid. It burned all the way down and had him gagging. Four twitched and made a sound of disgust, one eye spasming. Legend had a scrunched face, but otherwise handled the drink well.

“Oh I already want to quit.” Four’s eyes swirled with colors, landing on blue as he spoke.

"How long does this game go for?" Hyrule grabbed a sugar cube to suck on. The other two weren't allowed such luxury, but with Hyrule's Fae self they didn't want him to actually get sick from how harsh the liquor was.

"It ends when two people are completely undressed, pass out drunk or tap out." Legend cracked his knuckles as if it would help him. "Four and I will go first, then whoever wins goes against you."

The three sat in a triangle, knees touching. Legend and Four raised their hands up in a fist, glaring at each other. "Rock, paper, scissor shoot."

Four won with paper. “Clothes or drink?”

“Clothing.” Legend took off one ring.

“Fuck you Vet!” Four laughed. “All jewelry is counted as one artifact of clothing.”

If looks could kill! Legend silently took off all of his jewelry, setting it aside so it didn’t get lost. “Happy, you little shit?”

“Now now, the game has only begun. You can be bitchy later.”

The interaction caused Hyrule to giggle behind his hands. He caught a slight glimpse of Legend smiling at him and it warmed him that he could do that to the grumpy Vet. Hyrule raised his fist to Four who he was now going against. “Rock, paper, scissors shoot.”

An undelighted Four threw back a shot, coughing as it burned. He had the least amount of clothes on to start with and he didn’t plan on stripping until he absolutely couldn’t handle the vile drink that Legend had once pranked him with.

Hyrule vs. Legend was three ties, but Legend lost again, taking off his cap and tossing it at Hyrule’s face. Legend was a softy for the little cinnamon roll of a hero. To see him smile was like being paid in gold.

The game continued for an unknown amount of rounds. Four was looking a little green and Hyrule snuck him a sugar cube while Legend wasn’t looking, hoping to make him last longer in the game.

Legend had no issues stripping down until he got to his shorts, hoping that the others would choose to drink first, giving him less need to drink later.

“I don’t understand!” Four wiggled out of his leggings after losing once again to Hyrule. “H-how do you keep winning?”

Hyrule gave an ‘I don’t know’ sound with a shrug.

“Beginners luck, I swear.” Legend cursed and took a shot.

When Hyrulee got to the point of dreading the shots and the sugar cubes stopped working, he sloppily took off his top tunic, discarding it behind him. Somehow his luck ran out and he lost almost every time after that. It left him with his long sleeved cropped top and brown leggings and with just that on he was feeling too warm.

Another loss… Off went the top.

A few wins gave Hyrule the chance to clear his mind, but he lost the next round. He smelt the drink and nearly threw up. His stomach wouldn’t be able to go through with more of the abominable liquid that Legend so kindly suggested they use. He gulped the needed air and courage to take off his leggings… but it never came.

“No need to be shy ‘Rulie. It’s just us.” Legend hiccuped.

“Maybe it’s because it’s us, Vet”

“With how adorable he is, you really think he hasn’t at the least gotten to undress a little bit more than this with a gal?” Legend and Four stopped and turned their heads towards Hyrule who was now looking away. “Rule? Have you ever slept with anyone?”

“Never got around to something like that. I thought about it, but it just never happened.” His cheeks heated up.

“Oh shit… you are still a virgin. NOT that there's anything wrong with that.” Four sighed and rubbed his face and looked at Legend. “He’s too cute to be a virgin.”

“Agreed, but that is for him to do when he is ready to.”

Hyrule had been ready for months and knew who he wanted it to be with. He mumbled a question as the other two seemed to forget that he had just lost. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said louder, “What if I was hoping that tonight would turn into that?” He kept his eyes closed until the silence on the other side became too much and needed to know what the other two were thinking.

Calm, warm smiles that held not a trace of judgment or disgust greeted him.

Four cleared his throat as his eyes swirled red and purple. “You want to lose your virginity to us?” Hyrule nodded.

Legend seemed starstruck for a split second. “Before we even get that, are you sure? This isn’t the Knob Creek getting to you? Last thing we would want is for you to wake up in the morning and say you didn’t consent to this.”

“N-no, I’m fine. The sugar cubes have helped a lot and I’m able to think straight.”

“Okay, okay.”Legend looked Hyrule over. “Was there something specific you were wanting to do or try? Some kind of fantasy?”

“Maybe a few…” The Traveler looked over at Four with a blush. Four raised an eyebrow to him. “I may or may not have thought about blowing you.” The look in Four’s eyes went carnal and wanting.

Legend pulled Hyrule over so he was between the older’s legs. “You are in luck. Four doesn’t really prefer sex, but when does he only allows oral or to be on top.” They both watched Four stand to his feet and began to pull down the last bit of clothing off, but Legend turned Hyrule’s face towards him. “While he is getting himself ready, may I kiss you?”

“ Please .”

Legend cupped the other’s pink cheek as he leaned forward until they were a split hair away. Their lips touched ever so gently, then again and again. Legend’s tongue grazed the seam of Hyrule’s lips, asking for entry. When he was granted that, he didn’t rush it, he wanted to explore the soft and warm mouth he had thought about kissing before just a few moments ago. Even though Hyrule had drank the vile dark drink, he still tasted like sugar and flower nectar.

Their tongues and hands became more bold, feeling and grabbing at each other as the kissing became a bit sloppy. They were interrupted by Four who had came closer. He had been stroking himself while watching the sight in front of him and now his cock stood proudly up towards his stomach.

Hyrule was buzzing and not from the alcohol, but from his arousal growing and needing to be touched. The Fae blood in him made him more needy with these kinds of interactions. He saw Four and wanted him in his mouth, but Legend kept him between his legs and pinned him close to his chest. When he whined, Legend shushed him and nipped at his ear.

“Open.” Four instructed. When Hyrule did as he was told, Four placed his cock exactly where Hyrule wanted him to be. “Just mind your teeth.”

In Hyrule’s ear, Legend whispered advice to keep him relaxed and give the most pleasure. He also snuck his hand down to the waist of the leggings Hyrule was wearing, slowly making his way inside to wrap his hand around what was concealed. He was thicker than he had assumed and his mouth watered as his mind wandered to different possibilities.

Hyrule moaned as Legend fondled him, shooting a shock of vibrations to Four's groin and making him in return curse and falter. Seeing what kind of control he had, Hyrule continued to moan while sucking. The scrape of teeth on his shoulder made his eyes roll back.

Legend kissed the mark, followed by telling Hyrule to go faster. He put a hand on the back of 'Rules head, fingers getting tangled in brown curls, then helped him set the speed.

Soon Four was getting too close and wanted to stop so he didn't cum yet, but oh how he wanted to. He settled for kissing Hyrule's swollen lips.

"How did he do?"

Trying to catch his breath, Four said, "He is a natural. Feels so good. Any more fantasies to mark off?"

Licking his lips, Hyrule looked back at Legend. "I want to give and receive. If I am no longer going to be a virgin, I might as well do it all."

" Fuckfuckfuck!! " Legend was on his back, knees bent and spread apart by Hyrule’s hands under his knees. Hyrule was doing all the work as he plunged himself in and out of Legend, causing Four’s cock to do the same inside him from behind. Hyrule wanted to experience everything he could since he had the chance.

When bringing up the idea of being with both of the others at the same time, Legend gave a run down of what he and Four were okay with, allowing Hyrule to pick what he wanted. Legend was the easiest to work with since he was a switch between top, bottom, Dom and Sub. Four on the other hand was only a top and a Dom. it came down to if Hyrule only wanted to receive or if he wanted to have it both ways. He made his choice with ease.

Hyrule was a mess while Legend held him in his lap, chest to chest, preparing his entrance for what was to come. Legend almost regretted not persuading Hyrule to only receive, but looking down at what ‘Rule was packing between his legs, he was going to feel amazing no matter what.

There was no short of pleasure while Hyrule hovered over Legend and Four standing behind him. Four’s motions became quickened as his own pending release rose, making Hyrule jolt forward harder into Legend. Neither of them were complaining of the roughness, only begged for more. His nails left half moon shapes as they dug into soft flesh and he gave no warning as he released his pleasure into Hyrule and brought him to a stop so he could pull out comfortably.

Hey collapsed to his side, a smile on his face and encouraged the other two to get back at it. It was an enthusiastic show as Hyrule pulled Legend up into his lap before laying back. “Ride me.” ‘Rule ordered, not taking no for an answer.

Legend’s hands landed on either side of the younger’s head before leaning down to snag a few lip-locked moments. He rolled his hips back and forth, lifting up and sitting back down. It was torture for both.

Wanting to see Legend blissed out, Hyrule wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it in time with Legend’s grinding. He enjoyed the desperate sounds coming from the one above him, how his pink hair stuck to his cheeks and his Indigo eyes stayed unfocused.

“H-Hyrule… please!” Legend begged with tears brimming.

Getting close to his own climax, Hyrule doubled down on Legend’s cock and was meeting the thrusts that were coming down on his own. Legend spasmed as he spilt his load on Hyrule’s abdomen and lower chest.

The sight of it all was and Legend’s walls gripping around his cock threw him over the edge and officially lose his virginity. He laid his head back to catch his breath, only able to get the word, “Wow” out for several minutes.

This wasn’t a one time thing. This happened throughout the night, the three testing out different positions and testing each other until none of them were able to continue, ending in a sleep pile on the bed.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #Hyrule x Legend x Four #linkcrest #link x link

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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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Just found your fae!Dick tag and I’m having brain rot being totally normal over it.

As a big “Dick is a parental figure to Damian” fan I desperately need to hear more about their relationship. Especially about the time when Bruce is dead/time traveling.

Ksksks ✨

I did some Dami & Dick content earlier (just scroll through the fae tag) and I’m afraid I don’t know very much about the time where Bruce was presumed dead, but I’ll try to add some hc’s anyway 💚

Dick takes over as Damian’s father figure seamlessly. Yes, he’s grieving (fae do NOT handle loss well) but one of his coping mechanisms is to crowd his remaining family around him and not let them out of his sight

Dick’s morals are… flexible, to say the least. He does not curb Damian’s blood lust in the least and rather redirects it elsewhere. He makes him cut down on killing, but maiming is definitely still on the table if the perp deserves it

Damian is a child that had to grow up on very little physical affection. Dick, on the other hand, thrives on it. And he doesn’t care at all that Damian stabs him at every turn the first couple months.

Only once does Damian catch Dick unaware with an iron knife. Damian cries for the first time since he can remember when Dick collapses with a scream and doesn’t get back up. Jason finds them both on the floor, with Damian frantically pressing his hands to the wound and sobbing apologies.

Dick does his best to be a parent to Damian but his idea of “parenting” includes advices of murder and psychological torment. And also, unhealthy obsessions with deals and promises

Jason and Tim both agree to take over the more “human” aspect of parenting. It goes… ok.

Dick does not take Robin away from Tim. Fae know how important names and identities are, and he won’t do it without express permission. Not to family.

By the time Bruce returns from his impromptu trip through time Damian behaves more like a fae would than a human child but, well, Bruce has experience with fae children at least. He’ll manage

#fae dick grayson #dick and Damian #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam #robin #tim drake #red hood #Nightwing #Damian al ghul #Damian wayne #batman

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kknudsen · 1 year

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Finally Mine

Azriel & Love interest

Caution: Possible spoilers to all SJM Books.

Made things up, didn't know what to call certain things so just go with it but if you haven't finished Crescent City, I recommend not reading.

WARNINGS: Smut, Swearing, Rough handling, Sexual assault.

Summary: Kyrie is a member of the inner circle and finds herself in a new position following a war. Azriel is a good friend of hers that she has grown to have feelings for. Will a drunken night in Midgard while visiting their new friends reveal everything she has kept bottled within? If it does, how will Azriel react and where will their night lead?

Word Count: 9,012

The music was thumping through the house, through your veins… into your very soul, as you tipped back your fifth tequila mule and swayed to the music. So you went a little hard tonight, who cares? After all… you, of all people, deserved it. It had been a brutal few months after being appointed as the Night courts Emissary of Realms. Now that the gates were open for beings to roam from one world to the next, your new position had been a constant. Barley halting from your duties, just enough to eat and sleep enough to carry you through to the next day. You were grateful for the position, you absolutely loved it, but this night… it was needed! And you had full intentions of dancing the night away without a care in the world. You looked into the empty red plastic cup and growned. Leaning over to Mor and shouting over the loud music, you said “Im going to get a refill, do you want one?” She shook her head and gestured to her still full cup. You nodded and turned on your heels, strolling through the packed first level of Ruhns house. Through the living room and into the dinning room, which had been turned into a make shift pool room. You stumbled slightly as you veered around the clusters of people gathered around the pool table. Your buzz had escalated quickly and you were now well on your way to being wasted.

You walked up to the bar and asked for another tequila mule, the bar tender nodded and began making your drink as you turned slightly from the counter of the bar to survey the bustling party. It was still hard to wrap your head around the fact that there were 7 worlds, all of which, you hadn’t even known existed 11 months ago. You had all come a long way since then. Since the day Azriel found Bryce on the front lawn at the River house and flown her to the townhouse, alerting Rhys on his way, who then alerted all of the inner circle to get there immediately. You still remembered how purely confused Azriels face looked as you burst through the front door and laid your eyes upon the girl, covered in dried blood, and dressed in clothes maid of a material and style you had never seen before. She had been screaming through her sobs at Azriel in a strange language. A split second later Azriels eyes locked on yours and he was utterly blank. The usually calm and collected spymaster was at a loss of words. He had been stunned by the reality that was unfolding in his mind as he quickly pieced together the little information he had to go off of. That Bryce was not from our world, that she had been in trouble and needed help, desperately, and that we had no idea where she came from, how she got there or how we could get her back. The initial days after she arrived were hard. Communication lacked on both ends due to the language barrier. Apart from Rhys and Amren, no one else could speak the language of the ancient fae. It had been a huge learning curve but through dedicated lessons, Bryce was taught your language and she then, in return, taught all of the inner circle the language of her world. Over the months she had stayed in Prythian, you two had grown close, and by the time the war of the worlds was over, you two had practically sobbed over each other and promised to visit one another often. So here you were, on one of your many trips to Midgard since those final days of war. Through the crowd you spotted Mor, Bryce, Hunt, Juniper and Fury laughing and dancing together. It warmed your heart and caused a smile to creep onto your face. The bar tender handed you your drink and you strolled back over, through the dinning room, into the living room, where you joined your friends.

You were catching up on the conversation at hand when you saw him casually stroll through the front door, wings tucked in tightly, his shadows dancing around him, still wearing his Illyrian leathers, ALWAYS wearing his Illyrian leathers… it was an extremely rare occurrence to catch him in anything but that. You kept your eyes fixed on him as he scanned the crowd, you hadn’t been sure if he was coming tonight. He had been on one of his secret missions for the past 5 days, going gods know where and doing gods know what. The only form of communication between the two of you had been in the group chat when Mor had let everyone know you and her were going to Midgard for the weekend and invited anyone else to come if they’d like. Cassian had wanted to come, practically begged Nesta, but you had to agree with her. It was best to stay back and focus on their main goal at hand… conceiving. Especially since fae only ovulated twice a year. Thanks to the advancements that had come to Prythian from Midgard, Nesta knew she would be ovulating sometime this weekend and didn’t want to risk missing their window. In the end, Cassian agreed that it would be best to stay. Everyone else was preoccupied as well but you hadn’t heard back from Az, which wasn’t uncommon, he was usually pretty quiet when he was on a mission.

He made eye contact with Ruhn, Fin and Declan, giving them a nod as a greeting and Flynn held up his arms while shouting “AYYYYYYE!!” at the excitement from seeing his friend. Ruhn laughed and gestured for Az to join them. He started across the room toward the three men playing pool, still scanning the crowd, then his eyes met yours and he gave you a curved smirk of a smile while he raised his brows at you as if he could read your idiotic lust filled expression on your face. You couldn’t stop the heat from reaching your cheeks and the butterflies from rolling in the pit of your stomach. It was a relatively new feeling you got around Azriel. Sure, you had always found him to be gorgeous, caring, funny in his own unique way that you actually loved, and he possessed so many other wonderful qualities. But something had shifted in the way you felt about him. You weren’t even sure when exactly it happened or if you should act on it, probably not, you thought. After all, the last you had heard, Az still wasn’t over Elain, and you didn’t want to get caught in that mess. Before Bryce arrived in Prynthian, Elain had accepted the mating bond between her and Lucien, and Az had disappeared for a week. No word of him from anyone, he had even completely shut out Rhys’ daemati communication and Rhys couldn’t claw his way into his mind. So for all you knew, he was still smitten with her. You shook your head slightly, calming yourself and pushing your feelings for the Illyrian male to the very depths of your mind, and gave him a smile in return before breaking eye contact to return to your conversation.

A few drinks and hours later, you found yourself seated on the couch between Azriel, who had since changed into much more comfortable clothing; some gray joggers and a black t-shirt, and Ruhn. To Ruhns left sat Ithan then Mor, who was lounging in a chair with her feet hanging over the armrest. To Azriels right was Dec & Flynn on a smaller couch. Bryce and Hunt sat directly across from you on a giant beanbag she had pulled out from gods knows where. It was nearly 2am and everyone else had left the party but you weren’t ready for the fun to end just yet, and suggested a game of never have I ever. Everyone agreed, a few reluctantly, but you were able to convince them, so you found yourself sat between the two men, noticing how much smaller you were compared to their strong and muscular figures. Despite being Fae, you lacked in height and were considered rather short for a female fae, standing at 5’5, the two men next to you easily towered over you and nearly swallowed you up in comparison to your small figure. Though you knew how to handle and defend yourself, your toned and lean figure didn’t give that away.

“Who wants to go first?” Mor said, sipping from her cup

“It was Kyrie’s idea, she should go first” Ruhn tempted next to you, nudging a shoulder into yours

“Okay, okay. I’ll go first” you said, nudging him back, a bit harder than needed, causing Ruhn to grown and rub his arm. You looked at him and stuck out your tongue before looking back to the group.

“Never have I ever streaked and nearly been caught by the 33rd” you spat with an evil smirk on your face as you looked Bryce and Mor down. They both gasped and whipped their heads to you, glaring at the secret you had just revealed. In your drunken state, you didn’t think through the betrayal they would have felt at that and you suddenly felt a slight regret for revealing it to everyone in the room, especially with Bryce’s older brother sitting right next to you. But their glares turned to shock and amusement as they both bust out laughing a split second later and took sips from their drinks. You threw your head back in laughter, throwing an arm around your stomach and accidentally crashing into Azriels side. Your head crashed into his arm and he laughed at your current state, then wrapped an arm around you.

“Have a bit too much to drink Ky?” He said, squeezing you into his side slightly. Shadows fluttering around you, grazing your cheek, before retreating back to Azriel.

“Who, me? Never!” You said and pushed yourself to sit upright again and gave him a mocking expression that made him chuckle under his breath.

“Wait, You guys are the ones who did that?! I heard A few of the guys joking about that.” Hunt said in pure disbelief, revealing that he wasn’t aware Bryce had done that. His face plastered in pure amusement.

“Ugh, Ky I’m gonna kill you! Yes, it was us. On one of our girls nights when we had a few too many drinks. Ky is the only one who got away unnoticed… she's too fast, little bitch may have shorter strides than us but apparently that doesn’t stop her.” Bryce said through her chuckling as she lightly kicked your shin.

“Umm we definitely need context to this story” Declan declared

Mor sat up in her seat and proceeded to tell the story of how you had all been drinking in the hot tub and dared one another to strip down and run to the park down the block and back. Before you knew it, you were all sprinting down the street naked, laughing your asses off. It wasn’t until you launched yourself through the gates and jumped back into the hot-tub, that you realized your friends weren’t there. A few minutes passed before they showed up, faces white, and explained that four 33rd officers had been chasing after them and they had to ditch them by running through Alleyways. Everyone burst out laughing at the story before the game continued on.

“Hard to top that one, but… Never have I ever sexted” Azriel said, smirking like he KNEW he was going to get just about everyone with this one

“Ahh c’mon dude, that’s not even fair, you guys have had phones for like a week” Flynn said dramatically as he brought his drink to his lips

You laughed at him, then looked around to see who else drank. Declan, Hunt, Bryce, Ithan, Ruhn and Mor, took a drink from their cups. But you did not.

“We may have only had phones for a few months, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve never done it” Azriel countered

“Mmm… you’re missing out man” Ruhn said with a little chuckle

“I much prefer the real deal” Azriel answered in a cocky tone that made electricity run down your spine. You could have sworn that he glanced toward you before smirking at Ruhn who gaped at him and laughed.

“Okay, my turn” Declan said

The game went on and on, and when it got to Bryce and Mors turn, they both made sure to chose things they knew you had done as a form of revenge.

“Never have I ever had a threesome” Bryce screamed, trying to hold back laughter and failing, as she covered her face with her hands and kicked her legs

You growned under your breath and looked around the room to see Mor, Flynn Ruhn and Az take sips from their drinks while they quickly scanned the room to see who else had done it. You drank from your cup as well but were relieved you weren’t the only one.

“Never have I ever danced for money” Mor had spat in your direction, as your mouth gaped open before you brought your drink to your lips and took a long sip before protesting that you weren’t TRYING to dance for money and that it just happened accidentally one night at Rita’s.

Mor laughed, “oh babes, but do you want to tell them WHY it happened?! Or should I?”

You glared at her, crossing your arms. “I don’t know what you are talking about Mor”

She laughed again “Yeah!… Okay, I’ll tell them… so Kyrie here wanted to get a certain someone’s attention all night. She wore this super sexy emerald green dress, she looked amazing! But he wasn’t really picking up on her hints so she figured, what better way to get his attention than to get up on the bar and dance seductively. But it also got practically everyone else’s attention as well and before we knew it, people were throwing money her way and hollering at her to give them more.”

Your face reddened as you laughed with the others

“So, who’s attention were you trying to grab?” Asked Ithan

You froze at his question but luckily Mor cut in “Oh, just someone we were with that night” she waved him off like it was no big deal.

You let out a sigh of relief. Thank gods she didn’t tell them it was Azriel you were trying to grab the attention of.

When it was your turn again you decided to take it easy on your friends in hopes that they’d go easy on you in return but when it was Bryce’s turn again, your heart rate rose as a gut feeling rushed over you that she was going to expose something you didn’t want known. She pursed her lips together and looked up at you.

“Never have I ever moaned a name of someone in this room while sleeping”

You could feel your cheeks heating much too quickly as your breathing quickened and you felt the need to sink right into the couch and disappear. Your heart thudded in your chest and you knew the two males sitting next to you could hear the change in your breathing and heart rate. You knew their eyes were fixed on you and a moment later, when everyone else had realized that Bryce’s smirk was intended for you, their eyes landed upon you as well. You glared at Bryce before reluctantly bringing your cup to your mouth, tipping your head back, and draining the contents of your tequila mule. Your friends howled in amusement as questions started pouring out, overwhelming you even more. It seemed as if everyone in the room was throwing out questions and statements as they tried to figure out who’s name you had moaned in your sleep. Your eyes darted back and forth, from person to person, your face reddening more, as they shouted over one another. Everyone had something to say on the matter. Everyone but Azriel. You looked toward him and saw him gazing upon you with a quizzical look as if he knew it was his name you had moaned. As if he knew you had been dreaming about his head between your thighs, tongue gliding upon you, circling your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of you, as you rode the orgasm that was crashing through your body, your fingers laced in his silken black hair as you moaned his name over and over. You couldn’t break from the eye contact, you were transfixed upon his beautiful hazel gaze. He casually placed a hand upon your bare knee, gave it a gentle squeeze, then looked toward the group.

“Let’s drop it. It’s really none of our business who’s name it was. If she wants to tell us she will”

Another gentle squeeze to your knee. He glanced at you again and you gave him a thankful, relieved look. He knew. Or, at least had a strong suspicion. Bryce laughed

“Okay, okay, Az is right. Mor, your turn” she said, waggling her brows at her. You let out a loud puff of breath.

“If you two are going to continue throwing me under the bus like this, I’m going to need another drink” you said as you rose from your seat to go make another drink. The bartender Ruhn had hired for the party had long since left. You gave them a sarcastic smile, letting them know you weren’t truly annoyed, rather having fun with this little back and forth.

You entered the kitchen, letting the conversation between your friends in the next room over fade, and opened the fridge to pull out the ginger beer and lime juice before strolling to the cabinet and grabbing the tequila. You were pouring the contents into your cup when a low husky voice made you jump.

“Must have been some dream to make you moan” Az teased mere inches from you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

You whipped around to face him, tilting your head back to examine his features. How was he this beautiful?! It shouldn’t be legal!

“Shut it, Shadowsinger” you nearly growled with a smirk as you poked him in the ribs.

He poked you in return and wrapped you into his arms so your back was pressed against his rock hard abdomen, making sure he held your arms down so you couldn’t fight back. His shadows curling over your shoulders. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you, he had been the one to train you when you first arrived at the house of wind, and since then, your friendship had gotten a lot more comfortable, often resulting in the two of you wrestling around like this a bit. But this felt different, more… intimate. Was he interested in you? Or was it the alcohol? No, it couldn’t be that, he hadn’t drank much tonight. Your thoughts were interrupted as he leaned his head down and brushed his lips against your ear. A jolt of electricity roaming over your body at the contact.

He whispered “Such a shame we didn’t get to hear all about it”

You blushed at his words and the more intimate touch, your heart thudded in your chest again, you wanted so badly to turn to face him, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him, but you refrained. Instead, you laughed as you maneuvered out of his hold, but lingered in front of him, close enough that you were almost touching.

“Mmmm” you cooed “I’m not sure you could handle it” you mocked, trying to get a reaction out of him.

He chuckled under his breath in that husky tone “Oh, trust me sweetheart, it would be you who couldn’t handle me”

A short, quiet squeal escaped your lips as you gawked, taking a moment to gather yourself, you took a step back, grabbed your drink, and walked past him, nudging your shoulder against his arm as you did.

“Hmm… I think I’d rather enjoy myself, Azriel.” and walked back out to the living room, leaving him standing in the kitchen, mouth agape and wide eyed.

a few minutes later Azriel walked back into the living room with a new beer, eyeing you as he made his way back to the couch, sitting so close that your thighs were touching one another and his wings and arm draped across the back of the couch, fingertips slightly brushing over your shoulder. You leaned into him slightly.

•Azriels POV•

It didn’t take long to realize Mor and Bryce were teaming up against Kyrie to try to expose her interest to someone here and since Hunt, Ruhn and Dec were clearly out of the question due to their committed relationships, that left Flynn, Ithan and himself. It didn’t take much longer for Azriel to pick up on the subtle glances she was giving him all night. With that, and her body language, he was now certain that someone, was him. Which, wasn’t a bad thing. Not at all, In fact, he felt the same about Kyrie. Of course he never allowed himself to act upon the feelings, not when she had been a part of the inner circle for four years and in that time frame, he had fawned over not only Mor, but Elain too. Not lightly either, he had practically fallen for the two of them. It wasn’t until Mor sat him down one night nearly three and a half years ago and told him her preferences, that he had realized he needed to move on. He then practically walked right into his feelings for Elain and Ky was there to witness it all. How could he expect her to be interested in him when originally, he hadn’t even given her a second thought despite how amazing she always was. It wasn’t until last year, shortly before Bryce had entered their lives, that he realized his feelings for her and how idiotic he had been this whole time. It was her. She was so amazing. She was the most beautiful female he had ever laid his eyes upon. That long, wavy brunette hair that always smelt like the sea breeze despite being born in the night court, her perfect olive toned tanned skin. Her piercing blue eyes with flecks of green in them that clearly came from her fathers side, who was a descendant of a war general from the summer court who had fallen in love and mated with an Illyrian female, making Kyrie a fourth summer court decent, a fourth Illyrian decent, and half night court decent. Despite being part Illyrian, she didn’t have wings, neither did her father, she had told him. But her plump, delicious lips and toned, slender body… well, he had no idea where that came from, nor did he care, he just wanted his mouth upon every damn inch of it. Not to mention her breasts, fuck, those breasts that were the perfect size for him to cup in his hands. Then there was that ass… mmm… Let's just say, he had to actively stop himself from ogling at her daily. But on top of her amazing looks, she understood him. He could be his true self around her with no judgement on her half. She was witty, sarcastic, funny, and sweet. He always wanted to be better around her, like she helped make him who he wanted to be, in the best way. Though he had been sitting on his feelings for her for a year, he had promised himself that he wouldn’t act upon those feelings until she showed a form of interest. He couldn’t do that to himself, not when their friendship meant so much to him and he didn’t want to jeopardize that. But now that he knew that she must be interested, he had a hard time holding himself back. All he wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder, take her up to the room he was staying in tonight, and fuck her senseless. He was just waiting for a final sign… anything to make sure she wasn’t just fucking around with him. She had drank a lot tonight and he knew she was pretty drunk. He wouldn’t want to do anything if she was making the decision due to being intoxicated. But her choice in outfit tonight wasn’t helping him… She wore a short, one sleeve, skin tight sparkly black dress with sheer cutouts running across her chest and along her abdomen and she looked gods damn amazing in it.

“Alright, Mor!” Bryce exclaimed

Mor looked around the circle, lingering on him, then Ky, and then his fingers that he realized were lightly stroking her shoulder. He stopped the movement, Mor smirked.

“Never have I ever tracked down a male and beat him to a pulp for laying his hands on youremissary against her consent”

His ears rang, did he just hear that right? Mor was calling him out. He still remembered that night vividly, much to vividly. It had been a long week and the inner circle decided to go out to Rita’s on a Friday night for some drinks to help unwind after a stressful week. He had just gotten back from a short mission away and all he wanted to do was relax at home; but when he got back to the townhouse, he saw Kyrie in a skin tight emerald green dress that halted mid thigh and had a plunging open back that revealed nearly all of it. She looked fucking beautiful and sexy and it made him imagine peeling that dress off of her until she was completely nude.

Come to think of it, it was the same dress Mor described earlier in the dream, which is probably why she brought this up. She wanted both of us to connect the dots. The Male Kyrie had wanted to catch the attention of was indeed him then, it had to of been because the only other males there that night were Rhys, Lucien and Cassian.

After seeing her, he knew he had to go to Rita’s. Purely because he needed to spend more time with her, see her longer in that dress; and even though she wasn’t his, he still wanted to make sure other males behaved with her looking like that. Like usual, Azriel kept his buzz at a minimal to keep his head clear incase something were to happen so he would be prepared. But Kyrie got obliterated, taking one shot after another, dancing up on the bar and drawing nearly every eye in the building to her. after hours of dancing, she had excused herself to use the restroom. Too many minutes past and he had a gut feeling something was wrong. Excusing himself from the booth where Lucien, Rhys and Cassian sat, he made his way to the back hall where the restrooms were. No sign of Kyrie. Someone should have gone with her! She was plastered enough to be stumbling through the club, she might be strong and well trained, but with how drunk she had appeared, he was worried for her. He asked a female who had walked out of the restroom if there was anyone else in there, she replied to him with a “no” and his pulse rang through his entire body, instantly going into high alert. There was a back door leading out to an alleyway, he burst through the door, anger rising within him as his mind went horrible, awful places. He scanned the alleyway, it was empty, but as he listened, he heard shuffling and a muffled scream around the corner, down another alley. In an instant he was sprinting in that direction, and as he rounded the corner, he saw her pressed up against a wall by a male with shoulder length red hair. He had a hand pressed over her mouth, the other trailing up her thigh, pushing up her already short dress, revealing the bottom half of her ass. She was pushing against him, trying to break free of his hold but the alcohol had clouded her mind too much to make her movements strong enough or fast enough to take him down. In a split second Azriel was upon the male, tackling him to the ground and slamming a fist into his nose, likely breaking it. A second later, he was at her side, gently placing his hands on each side of her face, telling her she was safe, asking if she was okay, if he had hurt her. She shook her head no at his last question and choked out “Im fine” through the tears that now ran down her face. He turned to the male again, who was still on the ground holding his nose, and told him if he ever touched Ky again, no… ANY female, against their will again, he would end him. He then scooped her up into his arms and launched himself skyward. After taking Kyrie back to the townhouse where he helped her change and get cleaned up and then held her until her tears stopped and she drifted into sleep, he flew back to Rita’s. Storming through the front doors, scanning the crowd for the ugly piece of shit red head, he spotted him grinding up against another female who was clearly plastered and probably one drink away form passing out. fucking prick! He grabbed the male by the collar of his shirt so fast that he wasn’t sure if anyone noticed, and then they were gone, swirling into blackness and shadows and reappearing in a chamber deep beneath the Hewn city. The Male screamed in terror at the sudden change in his surroundings…

He took the rest of the night to slowly beat some sense into the useless piece of shit. The males face was swollen and bloodied by the time he was done with him and he dropped him in that alleyway. He didn’t return home until the sun was rising and the birds were singing.

“fuck it” He spat at Mor, eyes glazed with anger at the memory that cursed through him, shadows raging around him, and downed the rest of his nearly full beer, then dropped his arm from the back of the couch, to drape over Kyrie’s shoulder, and resumed stroking his fingers against her arm. If she was holding back because she wasn’t sure if he was interested, he wanted to make it clear, VERY clear, that she was the only thing he wanted.

“And I’d do it again” He added, breaking his eye contact with Mor and shifting his gaze to land upon Ky’s stunning eyes looking up at him.

•Kyrie’s POV•

You didn’t know he had gone back to Rita’s and tracked down the male that you still had nightmares about once in awhile. You thought he had been fucking with you with his touchiness and your exchange in the kitchen… but the way More emphasized YOUR emissary, had you thinking otherwise. And then the way he responded, and the way he was looking into your eyes. You felt it in your gut. He reciprocated the feelings you had for him. His beautiful light hazel eyes were staring back at you.

“I didn’t realize you did that” you said softly, almost a whisper, as the game continued around you with Ithan taking his turn; Az just nodded his head twice, shadows still raging around him.

“Th…Thank you, Az” you said as you leaned into his side, gently resting your head against him, and rested your hand upon his leg. His shadows began to calm, retreating back, a few skimming over you before falling back. One lingered, wrapping around your waist and resting on your thigh.

The game continued a few more turns, all of which you drank to and grew even more intoxicated. You were growing tired but didn’t want to leave his side… so you fought to stay awake. Shortly after, Bryce, Hunt and More announced that they were heading out.

“Are you coming Ky?” More asked

“I don’t even think I can walk, Ruhn can I just sleep right here?” you asked, gesturing to the couch.

“Yeah, you’re welcome to stay here if you want” Ruhn replied

You looked to Mor and shrugged “I’ll just stay here, I don’t trust myself to behave on the long walk to Bryce’s”

She laughed at your response and nodded her head as if to say she agreed with that. They said their goodbyes, winking at you as they left, leaving you with the guys. Ruhn stood up and turned up the music a little louder.

“Alright, beer pong! Az, you in?”

Az gave him a nod as he stood up, then walked over to him.

“Alright, who else? Ky? Come on!”

You reluctantly stood up and shook out your shoulders.

“Okay, but only if Ithan is my partner” you said as you looked over to him. You knew your game would be off due to how much you’ve had to drink and you’d need the former sunball player on your team.

“Okay, I’m in” Ithan said, and walked over to join you.

The game went on surprisingly longer than you thought it would, mostly thanks to Ithan. It was back and forth the entire time but you and Ithan had won. The only reason you were even able to finish the game, was because the guys had helped you by taking most of your shots for you. They figured you really couldn’t handle much more given the fact that you were already well past drunk prior to the game, and the fact that you were a light weight. By the end, even Azriel, who was usually good about riding the cusp of sober and slightly buzzed, was clearly feeling the alcohol. You loved seeing him like this, with his walls down, enjoying life without a portion of himself staying on alert for any threats. Sure, you loved how you could literally always feel safe around him because of those things, but he deserved to truly relax and just be in the moment with his friends. He looked so happy and seeing him like this… It made you so happy. By the time the game ended, Dec & Flynn had gone to bed and you all migrated back to the living room. You flung yourself onto the couch, sprawling out to take up most of it. Ruhn and Ithan stood in the center of the room while Az sat on the arm rest of the chair next to them. They were in a deep conversation about Sunball, which Az had really taken a liking to; you had too actually. You had even gone to a game, which was a lot of fun. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him until he looked your way, grinning from ear to ear when he saw you.

Gods, that smile. You could get lost in that beautiful smile.

It was so contagious and you found yourself grinning right back at him stupidly. He chuckled as he turned his body to face you, in the same movement, he rose to his feet and walked toward you.

“Lets get you to sleep before you start to get hiccups and it all goes down hill from there.”

How did this perfect male know you so well? Down to the fact that when you were drinking, if you got hiccups, sickness was soon going to follow. You weren’t sure how he knew those details about you, but it warmed your body at how aware of you he always was. He scooped you up into his arms, one arm cradling your legs and the other holding your back.

“What do you mean? I’m sleeping right here!” you questioned Az while pointing to the couch.

“No you aren’t, I’ll sleep there. You can have the guest room”

“Az, no. I don’t want to make you sleep on the couch. You have wings for gods sakes! You won’t get any sleep at all!”

“Ky, I’m not going to argue with you about this. You get the bed.” he demanded as he began carrying you out of the room, toward the stairs. You knew it was useless to argue with him on this so you dropped it, let out a huff and rolled your eyes at him. He just shook his head and chuckled at you.

“Goodnight guys!” you shouted toward Ruhn and Ithan, who waved you goodnight.

Az brought you up to the guest room that was supposed to be his for the night and dropped you down onto the bed, your legs dangling off the side, causing you to laugh. Azriel laughing in return

“I love your laugh” He said, standing over you

You propped yourself up onto your elbows and nudged his calf with your foot. you never took compliments very well and always grew a little awkward when you received one. He knew that about you too, and laughed again.

“You take compliments so well Ky”

“Shut up” you growned while holding back another giggle and trying, but failing, not to smile. “You do it because you know it makes me feel awkward”

“Mmm… you got me, I love causing you agony” he cooed, nudging your knee with his.

“Brute!” you teased, while sitting back up.

He gasped and put a hand to his heart “Me?! How dare you!” he said dramatically, causing you to chuckle and shake your head. You sat in silence for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do or say next. Knowing you didn’t want him to leave. You looked down at your hands fiddling in your lap, not wanting to make eye contact with him. After a long moment he spoke again.

“So… about that dream”

a jolt of electricity ran through your entire body and you could feel your cheeks begin to heat. You looked up at him in shock. before stammering out

“Wh…what about it?”

“Care to elaborate? Im rather intrigued to hear what kind of dreams you have about me” his tone was so smooth, relaxed, and a little cocky.

“Who says it was about you?!” you challenged

“Oh come on! Drop the act, you’ve been eyeing me all night and Bryce and Mor were clearly targeting us for a reason during that game. They wanted both of us to know something”

You bit your lip and dropped your gaze from his again, trying to build the confidence you needed for this conversation, then glanced back up at him.

“you admit it first” you said, through tempting eyes. He licked his lips and gave you a crooked smirk.

He took a step closer to you, brushing his legs against yours and tucking a stray hair behind your ear before gliding his hand down the side of your face to hold your chin, tilting it up slightly to have a better view of your face

“Ky, I’ve wanted you for over a year now… I just didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship, so I waited”

You could’t hold yourself back anymore, not with what he had just admitted to you, Almost involuntarily, your arms shot up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer to you and you locked your lips to his. In the same moment, Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a standing position, and then let them roam up and down your back. The kiss was passionate at first, but then grew frantic. He skimmed his tongue along your lips, asking for entrance, and you opened. Your tongues exploring one another’s. You moved your hands through his hair as the kiss grew more intense, and pressed your body to his, causing him to let out a small moan.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy” he panted as he kissed up and down your neck, hands drifting to your ass and squeezing gently.

You let out a soft moan and he growled in return, nipping at your neck. “Az” you sighed “I want you”

“Mmmm” he growled “Ive been dying to hear those words for so long Ky” He said as he lifted you up by the ass, your legs wrapping around his waist, causing your dress to creep up, exposing the bottom half of your ass. His fingers grazed your bare skin and you ground your hips into his, feeling the large bulge concealed under his sweats. He moaned again and you kissed him eagerly, tongue dancing over his. He Laid you back down on the bed gently and slowly kissed down your jaw, to your neck, all the way to the neck line of your dress before moving south, down to your bare thighs, kissing each and slowly moving up toward your core. He pushed the hem of your dress up further, exposing your soaken lace panties. He kissed you once against the fabric, then hooked his fingers through and pulled them down. You lifted your hips to help him ease them off, and he continued gliding them down and off of you, tucking them into the pocket of his sweats before moving back up to where you needed him most.

He kissed every inch of you as he worked his way up, pushing your legs further apart to gain better access. He growled with delight as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer, licking a long strip up the slit of your pussy, instantly finding your clit, circling it with his tongue and sucking lightly. You laced your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft moan as a shadow slowly crept up your abdomen and he continued working you with his tongue. Dipping it into you, causing you to moan once more, before licking up your slit again, replacing the void you now felt within yourself, with his fingers. His shadow continued to roam over you as if they were exploring every inch of your body. He worked his fingers in and out of you while he sucked and circled your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body tensed and back arched while you tugged his hair, nearing your peak. Getting closer and closer by the second. He let out a husky laugh, sending a vibration into you.

“You like that baby?”

“Mmmm fuck yeah, …Az” you moaned eagerly through breaths “you make me feel so good”

His arms tightened around your thighs, digging his fingers into you.

“Cum for me Ky, I want to taste more of you” he growled out before circling your clit again, faster this time, while fucking you with his fingers.

As if his words had commanded you, you let out a breath and hit your peak, spilling over, arching your back further and digging your fingers into his hair more, pushing him against you further as you cried out his name in pleasure. He licked every last drop from you as you came down from your wave. Easing his fingers out of you, then sucking them clean, he slowly moved up your body, holding himself up with one hand and grabbing your face with the other.

“Fuck Ky, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you”

He said before pressing his lips to yours, instantly parting his lips and finding your tongue upon his. He rolled his hips onto you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you panted through the kisses, needing him more than ever. As if he read your mind, he sat up, pulling you with him, then brought your dress up over your head, exposing your naked body, you had opted to go braless due to the style of your dress, he then took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor and stepped out of his sweats, taking his briefs with them. With lust filled eyes you took all of him in. His wings tucked in tight, his muscular frame, immaculate abs… the size of his cock made your mouth go dry as you gulped down a breath. It took mere seconds for him to strip the both of you, then he was upon you again, lips crashing to yours, both of you moving your mouths in unison; one hand cupping your breast, circling your nipple and pinching lightly before trailing down your tought stomach, dipping a single finger into the slit of your pussy, finding you completely soaked. He rubbed up and down your slit as your hand found his rock hard cock and began pumping. He breathed out a sigh against your lips at the contact and with the same breath panted out

“Ky… I need to be in you”

You nodded your head “please” you said against his lips. Releasing his cock from your grasp and returning your hands to his neck and lacing your fingers through his hair.

He took his cock in his hand and pressed the tip to your slit running it up and down twice, pausing for a moment at your entrance.

“Just tell me to stop if you need to”

You nodded and kissed him again as he eased into you slowly, stretching you so much it had you riding on the cusp of pleasure and pain. You both let out a gasp in unison. He looked down, watching his cock glide into you slowly.

“Oh fuck. You’re so tight” he said through gritted teeth, wings flaring out.

Before looking back up at you. You leaned into him, resuming your kiss, running your tongue along his lips and bitting gently. He continued moving in, further and further as he kissed you back, returning a nibble on your bottom lip and sucking. Another gasp of air escaped your mouth as your breath quickened. He halted for a moment, half way in.

“You okay?” He said gently

“Yeah” you nodded once “keep going”

He withdrew almost to the tip then pushed in again, this time with more force. Your hands fell to his back and fingers gently scratched against his skin as he continued his pace moving in and out of you until he was fully embedded within you. You moaned in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up entirely.

“You feel so good”

he whispered into your ear, giving the lobe a small nibble before he dropped to your neck, as he began thrusting in and out of you harder, giving you breathy kisses while one of his hands rubbed your breast and pinch your nipple harder. A shadow skimming over your other breast. You moaned again, moving one arm to his wing, running your fingers along it gently. He shuddered at the touch. He felt so good, he made you feel so gods damn good.

You wanted more.

Needed more.

You needed all of him, fully unleashed, fucking you like a damn animal.

Returning your hand to his back, you scratched harder this time as you threw your head back, exposing more of your neck for him, and yelled out through your panted breaths

“Fuck me, Azriel. please! I need all of you. Fuck me harder”

He pulled back from your neck to look you in the eyes, as if he was trying to read you, making sure you could take it. Then a moment later, he took your wrist in his hand and pinned it to the bed above your head, with his other hand, he brought up your other arm then held them both there with one hand as if you were handcuffed. Shadows circling around your arms as they made their way up to your hands as if they too, wanted to pin you down. He began fucking you harder and harder. Deeper and harder. Escalating the force of his thrusts each time.

“Remember, tell me to stop if you need me too” he said while fucking you so hard the headboard started hitting the wall. He ran his thumb along your lip before grabbing your chin and kissing you once more then dropped his hands to your hips, his shadows now pinning your hands down above your head, he dug his fingers into your skin and lifted slightly, allowing him to get a better angle to pound into you deeper. You let out a long moan, letting your eyes roll back and mouth fall open.

“Ahh fuck” he moaned in return before grabbing your legs and throwing them over one of his shoulders and returned his hands to your hips, continuing to thrust and thrust and thrust.

“Az!” You cried in pleasure “oh gods”

“Yeah? You like that you little cunt?” He taunted

“Yesss” you hissed “you feel so good”

He pulled out of you quickly “Get on your hands and knees. Now” he ordered and you nearly climaxed at the dominance in his voice as he said it and flipped you onto your stomach; lifting your hips to help you onto your knees as you pushed yourself up onto your arms and he plunged back into you with full force. Your arms buckled and your head fell slightly, nearing the bed. A second later his hand was on the back of your neck, pushing you down to the bed with your head to the side and pinning you there, somehow choking you slightly, as he rode into you over and over, hitting that sweet spot

every.

Single.

Time.

Causing your walls around his cock to clench, nearing a second peak.

“Oh fuck yes… Damn baby… Your so perfect”

Over and over, he quickened his pace and you screamed out a moan “Az… Az I’m gonna cum”

He let out a growl and quickened his pace, his hand remained pinning you down by the back of your neck but his thumb grazed your cheek in a small gesture of intimacy. His other hand dropping down to find your clit, circling it in quick motions.

“Let go baby”

He said while fucking you to the very edge, his cock beginning to twitch slightly. He released his hold on you and brought both hands back to your hips, ramming into you. Faster, faster, faster; until you let go completely. Pleasure rushing through your entire body. You tried to scream out but found yourself completely encompassed in a bliss so sweet and overpowering that it had you speechless, gasping for air. His thrusts grew sloppy as you road your orgasm and he neared his. With a final, forceful thrust, he buckled under the pleasure, dropping his hands to the bed to catch himself as his cock twitched within you spewing his seed. He leaned into you more, kissing your spine through his heavy breaths.

“Oh gods” he sighed, resting his forehead against your back for a moment before pulling out of you, a mix of your juices spilling down your leg. He quickly grabbed a few tissues off the bedside table and wiped it up for you, then tossed it in the bin.

You collapsed onto the bed, rolling to your side so you could look up at him. His skin glistened with sweat, hair pushed back out of his face and shadows calmly dancing around him.

“I know” you panted “that was…” you searched your mind for the right word but everything came up short from how it had truly felt so you settled on “amazing”

He nodded, giving you a smile, as he collapsed onto the bed next to you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, that one single shadow wrapping around your leg, and kissed the top of your head.

“It was more than amazing”

You ran a hand along the top of his wing, admiring it. Then dropped it to his side, wrapping your arm around to his lower back.

“It really was” you said, breathing him in, not wanting to ever let go. He tucked your hair behind your ear, clearing it off of your neck, then began gently rubbing your back with the tips of his fingers. You shivered and he pulled up the blanket to cover your bodies. Long moments passed and your eyes grew heavy. Azriel cleared his throat.

“Uhm… so what does this mean for us?” He said warily

You tilted your head back to look up into his beautiful hazel eyes. “What do you want it to mean?” You asked

He took a moment before responding and looked you in the eyes. Playing with your hair as he gathered his thoughts.

“Honestly?” He asked

“Yes” you replied, swallowing the fear building within you. Wanting so badly for him to say he wanted you to be his.

He brought his hand to the back of your head, cupping you at the base of your neck, his thumb running back and forth. He inhaled sharply, held it for a moment, then exhaled.

“I want it to mean there is an us…” he trailed, running his other hand up and down your back “I want you to be mine… and I want to be yours” he said quietly, almost a whisper, as if he was ready for you to reject him. It dawned on you that that was exactly what he was use to and it shattered you for a moment before you let the words resonate with you and a smile spread across your lips.

“I’d like that” you said, beaming.

Then his lips were on yours, you kissed him back, moving in unison with his in a passionate kiss.

After a long moment he pulled back and looked down into your tired eyes.

“Mine” he said

You smiled, closed your eyes, and mumbled back “mhmmm”, hugging him tightly. He kissed the top of your head once more and the two of you drifted into sleep.

These are the dresses I was envisioning while describing them

Dress at Rita’s night club - *pretend its emerald* https://us.shein.com/Crisscross-Backless-Ruched-Cami-Bodycon-Dress-p-11631464-cat-1727.html?url_from=adplasw2209269622628006PetiteXXS_GPM&cid=15703533264&setid=&adid=&pf=GOOGLE&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNEhiOSnMjf8N4gfTQgFEQVe1YujNFn02XUILavy9jp9gqVU18ALOZ4aAp-2EALw_wcB

Dress at Ruhn’s party - https://us.shein.com/One-Shoulder-Mesh-Panel-Bodycon-Dress-p-11387757-cat-1727.html?url_from=adplasw2207286199571601PetiteM_GPM&cid=15703533264&setid=&adid=&pf=GOOGLE&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNH5SaHSKtvW6z9zJU8Y4Qs_98G9mZO58cDc7quUDiueTuhD3zbWOrcaAvj7EALw_wcB

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He was staring again, he could tell. He just couldn't help it. Reality was absolutely enamored with his trinket. To say that he was surprised wouldn't be accurate, of course he had good taste, he was Reality. What he hadn't expected was the rush of pride he felt while watching his trinket work a social gathering. The human prince easily navigated the complex fae social conventions and didn't even need help avoiding any verbal trickery he was tested with. Everyone who spoke with him was impressed with his skill, and Reality absorbed every drop of praise as if it had been meant for him. It had him walking on air all evening and alleviated the usual soul-sucking boredom of entertaining his father's guests.

It wasn't a large party. Merely a precursor to his trinket's debut ball next week, a warmup to avoid any major errors on the big day when so many more eyes would be watching. Not that it was needed, that dazzling smile that had so charmed Reality was even more effective on empty-headed partygoers. Reality would be surprised if his trinket needed his help at all, though he wasn't foolish enough to abandon a human he actually liked to the whims of Summer Court fae[1]. He'd remain close at hand and watch the show.

"Can I help you, my lord?" his trinket asked innocently. Right, he'd been staring.

"Only admiring my prize, trinket. You are quite the charmer. Not every human would be so comfortable amongst all of these fae."

"Oh, it's nothing." The young prince blushed and buried his face in his wine glass. "I'm used to doing this same sort of thing at home. If anything, it's easier, fey social customs are strictly regimented and each social cue has a specific expected response. It turns a conversation into a dance, a puzzle that I take pleasure in unravelling." Reality loved it when he did that. He could listen to his trinket talk for hours about culture and philosophy, but it was difficult to draw him out and get him to speak, he was so afraid of being boring. To Reality, his trinket could never be boring.

"You have noticed them testing you, I am sure. Lord Ó Conaire attempted twice to take your name."

"I did think it rather bold of him to try that in front of you."

It had been, and Reality had certainly made a note of the disrespect, subtle though it had been. "Mm. I would have stepped in if you had needed me, but you handled it well enough on your own."

There was that smile again. "Thank you, my lord. I made sure to study up. At home, I was always being tested, and mostly by those who disliked me already and would contrive any means for me to fail. Here, where those I meet haven't yet formed an opinion of me, I have an advantage I shouldn't squander. A good first impression sets me up in a better tactical position for the future."

"You, trinket, think like a fae."

"I think like a prince, my lord." What a response! Oh, how Reality adored his trinket. He was just flawless in every way. Nowhere could he have found a better prize than the one he held in his hands now.

Unfortunately, one person always knew when to show up to ruin Reality's good mood. "Divines preserve us, it's Delphinia. Prepare yourself, trinket."

"Your cousin, the one that you hate?"

"Yes, that one, now hush! Ah, Lady Delphinia, What a pleasure." Reality's bright courtesan's grin had a manic edge to it.

Delphinia's answering smile was tamer but no less fake. "Prince Reality. Good to see you out of season[2]. So this is your fiancé? He's taller than I expected."

"Yes. This is my favorite trinket." Reality rested a hand on his trinket's shoulder and was pleased when the human prince relaxed under the touch. "Trinket, meet Lady Delphinia Fiothrey, Duchess of the Eastern Vale."

"Pleasure to meet you, Duchess. I am known as Prince Thanatos of House Iuventus. Your presence is welcome, and the willingness to help me integrate that your people have shown me warms my heart." Still on guard against the loss of his name. How adorable.

Delphinia curtsied. "Prince Thanatos. Welcome to the Court of Estival Splendor. Though your time here may be short, I hope you will find it meaningful." Swinging right out of the gate, I see, Reality thought. Opening with a jab at the human's short lifespan was certainly a choice. "Allow me to introduce the Viscount Odhràn Duibh, he's been visiting my court and relished the opportunity to visit the royal estate."

"And what an estate it is! I consider myself blessed to have been invited to see it," the viscount blustered, and Reality immediately stopped paying attention. The dance of politeness between people who didn't know and didn't like each other was so tedious it bored him to tears. He sparked a bit of magic between his fingers to keep himself entertained.

This continued for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. One sentence in particular, spoken by Duibh, brought him back to the conversation."It's too bad you're otherwise engaged. I'd love to add a pretty thing like you to my court."

Reality seethed. The pride he'd been feeling before curdled inside of him and turned to jealousy. The human prince was his trinket, how dare this man even think of taking him away, let alone speak that thought even in jest? His magic shifted inside of him, wondering if it was needed, but he shoved it down. His trinket had this under control, and his mother would make it a whole thing if he lost his temper at a social event again.

"How are you with languages, boy? Your Fae is excellent, are you pursuing other studies?" That sounded conversational, but the tacit "for a human" was clear. As well spoken as the young prince was, his consonants were clumsy and he regularly stressed the wrong syllables. Anyone could hear it. The "polite" lie was just an insult to his intelligence.

"Oh, please, I'm not fluent yet. My best languages are the Northland and Southland human languages[3], though, as you can tell, I'm conversational in Faerà, and I've been studying the Dragontongue. My aim is to be able to write poetry in all four. I've quite a long way to go."

"What a well-educated young prince!" Delphinia said snidely. "Divines know his Highness couldn't hope to write poetry in four languages."

"He ought to use you as a scribe. With a head for words and politics like yours, you'd do well with a scroll and ink by the throne." The Viscount's expression evoked a merchant haggling, a vulture circling. Reality knew that look and he did not appreciate it.

Delphinia tittered vapidly. "Yes, when he gets tired of you, you're always welcome at my estate. You'd look a dream in purple and white."

The jealousy caught and flared into rage. How dare they imply he didn't take care of his toys? How dare they imply a lack of education and intelligence on his part[4] while simultaneously saying his trinket was fit for no more than to be a servant? To talk of putting him in livery of all things, when he should wear nothing less than the finest of silks? And, chief among these, how dare they talk about taking his trinket away from him? The human prince belonged to Reality and no other, and he'd be damned before he let anyone else lay a finger on him.

Reality's magic churned inside of him, and his hand tightened on his trinket's shoulder. They just wouldn't stop pushing. The young prince's eloquent deflections were losing steam under the onslaught. "Again, I-I'm sure my lord has duties for me to perform here, I couldn't possibly get away…" Duibh reached for the prince's hand and he stepped back in search of safety, bumping into Reality's chest. He looked up into Reality's eyes, the careful mask of politeness falling away into a look like a startled deer. "M-my lord?" Help me, those eyes pleaded, and Reality saw red.

"Enough." The word hung heavy in the air, or maybe that was the magic that filled the space around them. A rumble of thunder sounded outside, and heads began to turn in their direction. Those who lived in the palace were well aware what that sound meant for Reality's mood, but Delphinia and the viscount didn't have the same kind of experience to tell them what would come next. "Leave him."

"We were only teasing him, Reality, nothing was meant by it," Delphinia began, sensing she may have made a mistake of some kind, but no halfhearted apology would save her from Reality now.

"My trinket is not yours to tease. He is mine, and I will decide his activities and where he goes. You are distressing him."

Duibh wasn't as cognizant. "If he's distressed by a light verbal sally, becoming a prince of the Fae might be a bit much for him. He's only human, after all."

Reality's eyes flashed and a single pulse of magic rippled outward from him, ruffling his trinket's and Delphinia's hair. The viscount wasn't as lucky. Where he'd once stood, the wave of power peeled the layers away until all that remained was a plain moth fluttering confusedly toward the chandeliers on the ceiling. Reality wove copper and glass from the aether into a lantern and imprisoned the wayward insect within.

"Hear me." Reality spoke, and all eyes turned toward him as his voice resonated through the room. "This human belongs to me. You will treat him as a prince of the realm, with all of the deference and respect that entails. Let this man be your example." He held the lantern aloft so that it could be seen by all. "This is the consequence for allowing one's tongue to run free. I expect you all to exercise proper judgement in this matter."

"Y-You… turned him into…" His trinket was shaking, and Reality felt a little bad about it, but that feeling wasn't as prominent as the way his magic rattled the bars of its cage, begging him to use more of it. That wouldn't do.

"Yes. Hold this, would you, trinket?" He handed the prince the lantern. "And come with me, I need to vent the rest of this energy." His chest itched with the seething magic inside of him, that miniscule display of power hadn't been nearly enough. He stalked off toward his training ground behind the palace, Where he could use his abilities mostly freely.

His trinket, after a moment's startled hesitation, followed him wordlessly, and he felt a pang of victorious satisfaction.

---

Reality's training ground was more accurately described as a containment zone. At the bottom of an abandoned quarry lay an assortment of wooden training dummies, as singed and scorched as the surrounding stone. Reality spent much time here during his adolescence, and though his control over his power was much better now than it had been, he still used the site often.

His trinket looked around in fascination. "Is this where you go to be alone?"

"Mm. I need not fear harming others inadvertently so far from the court. I come when the divinity is restless, so that I may use up more power than I could otherwise. If you require solitude, it is free for your use as well, though you may encounter me, which I imagine defeats the purpose." He also came out here when the magic tangled up in his stomach and made him sick, or after a particularly frightening incarnation scare[5], if he wasn't too exhausted to leave his bed. He couldn't let anyone know he struggled. It would only alarm them, he could handle it on his own. He always had.

Now, though, that feeling in his stomach wasn't nausea, only bubbling rage. "Set that down over there and step back, will you?" he instructed his trinket, indicating a wooden block about sixty paces away that he often used for target practice. He stripped off his doublet and replaced it with one of the lighter training shirts he kept in a nearby chest. He didn't miss the way the human prince stared.

"W-What are you going to do to him?"

"I'm going to frighten him so badly he'll have nightmares about me for two-and-a half centuries.[6]" He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. By the Divines, he was going to enjoy this. He so rarely was permitted to act on an emotion he truly felt.

His trinket had other plans. "Haven't you scared him enough? You turned him into a moth, I don't think he'll be mouthing off to you again anytime soon." the prince hugged the lantern to his chest almost protectively.

Reality sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's not as if I could leave him that way. Mother would throw a fit. And I have to do something about the level of comfort some have with disrespecting me to my face."

"I can handle a few unkind words, you don't have to—"

"This is not about you!" Reality snapped. His magic fizzed, and he suppressed a shudder of discomfort. "You belong to me. Your actions and others' opinions of you reflect on me. And I am not some common faery bound by the laws of courtesy to accept any insult sufficiently veiled. I am the Prince of Verdure, and I have not only the power but the responsibility to maintain the honor of my house by whatever means I find necessary." He snatched the lantern from his trinket's hands and set it on the block himself. "Now, stay out of the way. You are prettier undamaged."

His trinket was still talking, but Reality ignored him, focused on lining up his shots and deploying his energy barriers to prevent the insect from being destroyed by the shockwaves. A little concussive force should be enough to remind Duibh who he was dealing with. He conjured a bead of compressed flame, one of his favorite spells, and launched it. The explosion was spectacular, detonating a meter to the right of its target, and Reality allowed himself a laugh and the rage to fizzle out into elation. The lantern shuddered, but Reality knew what he was doing. He wouldn't break it.

A second shot, then a third. Reality shook his shoulders to loosen them, getting into a rhythm. It was just as he'd loosed the fifth spell that he heard his trinket shout "No! I won't let you kill him!" and saw him lunge for the lantern. It was too late to call the magic back. Reality acted on instinct, grabbing at his trinket's arm and yanking him backwards away from the explosion, which hit exactly where it was meant to. The lantern, and the fae-moth within, remained intact.

There was a moment of silence, both of them just standing in shock, but once he was sure his trinket was alive, Reality had space to be angry. "Divines preserve us, what possessed you to do a thing like that? I could have killed you! Your faith in my control is flattering but unfounded—" He stopped. It took him a moment to identify the sound that had given him pause as stifled sobs. Why was his trinket crying? "T-Trinket? Are you unwell? I did not mean to… frighten you…"

The red mark that sprang up on his trinket's pale skin was distinctly hand-shaped, and no one would be able to mistake those long fingers as belonging to anyone but Reality. His heart dropped. He had forgotten his strength, forgotten how fragile humans were. He'd always had a habit of breaking his toys. He'd promised his father he'd be careful with this one, but the hurt and betrayal in those crimson eyes, welling with tears, told him everything he needed to know about his failure. The human prince tucked the injured arm against his body and stumbled wordlessly off toward the palace. Reality didn't follow. He turned back toward the lantern and let off another salvo of spells.

---

[1] The fae of each of the seasonal courts have a tendency toward a particular temperament. Summer Court fae like the Fiothreys are the capricious tricksters of human folklore, as likely to bless as to curse and more concerned with what will entertain them than the wellbeing of others or the structural integrity of their surroundings. They won't go out of their way at all, whether to help or to hurt. A human's best defense is to be politely boring, so that they are bound by courtesy and it would be easier to find something else to do than to find a loophole in the social contract to exploit.

[2] When out of season, it's rare for one of the seasonal courts to hold a social event. They tend to spend the off season "living their lives," as it were, taking care of intracourt business and spending time with their families. They will attend the in-season events, of course, but otherwise rarely travel or make contact with humans.

[3] The languages spoken in the Reach and the Southlands were once related, but drifted apart after centuries of separation. For a native speaker of one, the other would be much easier to acquire than either Faerá or the Dragontongue, if only because human mouths are meant to produce these sounds.

[4] Reality, in his words, "did not read." This wasn't to imply that he couldn't, he was Reality Fiothrey and he could do anything, he merely found it difficult and claimed the symbols shifted when he attempted to focus on them, and therefore he chose not to do so. His arcane studies tutor had suggested his affinity for runic sigils was so high that it disrupted similar processes, which made him sound more impressive. Thus, it was the explanation he accepted.

[5] When the divinity made its (disturbingly frequent) attempts to escape from his body, Reality was usually under the care of the court wizards and diviners. If his body were ready, the Divine Reality would incarnate through him smoothly and there would be nothing to worry about, but it was not, and so preventing that incarnation was paramount. As he grew older, the power grew stronger, and often they feared he would not be able to hold it back, but Reality Fiothrey was nothing if not a man of iron will. Even if he battled the transformation for hours, he would always emerge victorious. It took a toll on him, though, and he was sometimes bedridden for days afterward. The Chief Diviner's utmost worry was that an incarnation event would occur when Reality was yet too exhausted from the last to put up a fight.

[6] Reality did not often use contractions or colloquialisms, a habit ascribed to the Divine Reality's influence. In times of strong emotion, however, a new speech pattern could emerge. Reality reported feeling the most like himself in these moments.

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They Are the Hunters, We Are the Foxes

Part V: When She Invited the Wild In

Elucien Week Day 5: Alternate Universe, @elucienweek2022

Summary: Nesta had been very firm in her instruction not to stray from the path. The path was safe—sprinkled with iron dust every morning by the mercenaries who protected their villages. But Elain had spied the blackberries, plump and ripe for the taking, if only because no sensible human would have dared. Ordinarily, Elain wouldn’t have. Too terrified of the fae and what she heard they did to young, pretty human girls like herself. But today, Elain was to be married. Even facing the woods was less daunting than that.

CW: Little red riding hood AU. Dubious morality, mildly dubious consent, forced marriages, smut, and gratuitious use of the word “wife”. Unhinged from start to finish.

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Elain was getting fed up of men declaring she was their wife.

Graysen, at least, wasn’t lying about it. But she certainly felt he lost points for saying it with a shard pressed threateningly to her chest and his hand wrapped around her throat. Her knife had scattered out of her hands from the attack, and she could see it laying out of reach in the dirt while she flailed helplessly against Graysen’s much larger body.

Lucien stayed where he was, his body tense and hunched. Fury coiled hot and wild in his eyes, staring at Graysen with the promise of death were he to do anything to hurt Elain.

The man above her laughed. “Look how well you have him trained. Did you have fun fucking that beast in my house?”

It was anger—possessive, jealous anger—that Graysen spat at her with his words. Elain was shocked it was something he cared about, given being locked in the cellar should have been the larger concern.

But he laughed, cruel as the glass dipping into her chest. “You think I couldn’t hear you from down there? Gods, did you really think it was human with the way it was shaking the house? Or did you spread your legs willing for a faerie bastar—“

Lucien cut him off with a furious growl, which only encouraged Graysen to tighten his grip on Elain’s throat. He used it to jerk her to her feet, his handling turning increasingly rough and impatient when she stumbled from the loss of balance.

“Here’s how this is going to work, fox.” Graysen jerked his chin back toward the cellar doors. “I have a nice little fox trap down there with your name on it. You’re going to get inside, and if you do anything else we’re both going to get to watch the light leave pretty Elain’s eyes.”

“You’re a bastard,” Elain hissed, disgusted that he spoke about her life as though it meant nothing to him at all.

And truly, what should he have expected? He was the one all of her initial hatred of Lucien was truly directed towards. He’d essentially bought her from the market like a pretty toy. It was him and his father who were famed for their cruelty.

“At least I’m not a whore,” he said back, pressing his fingers harder against her windpipe for emphasis.

Elain was beginning to feel lightheaded. Lucien was watching her intently, and he whimpered with concern when their eyes met.

She didn’t know what compelled her, but she found herself shaking her head. Run, she thought. Because Graysen would surely kill him, and despite everything Elain knew she would rather die than live to grieve Lucien. And how could she blame him for wanting this man dead?

Lucien, of course, ignored her. With fluffy ears pressed low, lips curled back in hatred, he skulked towards the cellar. Graysen followed, dragging Elain with him.

Her nose curled at the scent of the cellar. It stunk of excrement and urine—exactly as one might expect from a man who spent weeks locked down here, and so much worse. Blood and rot cling to the air, and she had a sense that many things had died in this cellar.

Mainly evidenced by the remains of a man collapsed in the corner—Lord Nolan, if she had to guess, though he was decomposed to the point where it would have been impossible to find a resemblance.

Elain started to gag and Graysen only held her tighter, hissing, “If I had to endure it, so do you.”

He grabbed for a fox trap, carved from the most peculiar blue stone. It was housed among several others, and Elain’s stomach twisted to see the evidence that Lucien was not the first. That fox in the foyer flashed back through her mind. She recalled the grief she had overheard from Lucien and Helion, and how the sickening trophy had disappeared after their trip to Velaris.

She wondered if targeting Lord Nolan and Graysen had been as much of a personal affair as it had been for her benefit.

The trap clattered as Graysen set it on the floor, raising an eye in challenge as he opened the front. Lucien complied with a flicking tail, ducking into the trap. It snapped shut behind him and Graysen released her the second it did.

Elain was certainly concerned for Lucien, but her stomach was heaving, demanding she get away from the sights and smells of the cellar. She darted up the steps so that she could fall to her knees outside and empty the contents of her stomach into a bush.

The sound of footsteps distracted her enough from her gagging that she was able to glance up, looking first to the eyes of Lucien. Trapped in the cage. His eyes were wide and sad, and Elain couldn’t help feeling he was trying to tell her something in his gaze.

I’m sorry, maybe. I love you. Whatever words poured out of a man who knew he was moments from dying.

She matched Graysen’s disgusted stare next. It wasn’t ladylike to vomit at the sight of decomposing bodies, clearly. Elain wiped her mouth, privately content with the idea that he found his prized wife off putting. “What are you going to do with him?” She asked, gaze flickering back to the fox.

He sneered. “Why, have you come to care for it?”

“I am asking my husband if he intends to kill something in our house,” she responded coldly, not missing the way Lucien winced when she called Graysen husband. “I think I have a right to know.”

“You are my wife,” he snapped. “You only have a right to what I deem worthy of you knowing.” She narrowed her eyes, staring at him expectantly until a muscle feathered in his jaw. He produced a pistol in his other hand, which told Elain enough about what he intended to do. “I’m going to avenge my father and my wife.”

Elain grit her teeth. He was not avenging his wife, he was avenging his pride. That his possession had been taken from him.

“Go inside, Elain,” Graysen snapped. He cocked the pistol. In warning or in preparation. Either way it made nausea turn in her stomach once more. “I’ll deal with you afterwards.”

“Lucien,” she choked, her throat becoming tight at the thought that this would be the last she’d ever seen of him. “I—“

“Go.” Graysen jerked the cage to make his point, tossing Lucien’s small body against the metal bars. The fox made a hissing sound, from pain perhaps. Or more likely, swearing.

Stiffly, Elain scrambled to her feet. She didn’t let herself look at Lucien, only glared at Graysen with every ounce of surrendered hatred that he expected from a woman.

She walked as many steps toward the house as it took for Graysen to forget to ensure she obeyed him. Her knife still laid on the ground and, once he was out of earshot, she grabbed for it.

Could she sneak up on him, she wondered, and jam it into his back? Elain wasn’t certain she was strong enough to kill him that way, and with a loaded gun in his hand she thought it was risky even if she was certain she wouldn’t hesitate. And Elain did not feel certain. It wasn’t as though people just woke up one day prepared to kill the husband they thought their fake husband had already killed. She was still trying to wrap her head around it.

After a moment’s contemplation, Elain held her breath and dived back into the disgusting cellar. There was indeed all manner of weaponry inside. It seemed foolish that Lucien would lock someone in here, but the opened medicine kit and emergency rations splayed over the work table made her wonder if Graysen had been left for dead and simply survived despite the odds.

She grabbed for a pistol, despite being uncertain how to use one. She had seen Graysen cock it. Simply aim and pull the trigger, right? Elain prayed it had bullets, but there was no time to learn how to check. She was nearly out of breath and Graysen could be readying to shoot Lucien any second.

They’d gone in the direction of the woods on the far end of the property. Elain raced after them, wincing against the stones and wild grass that pressed into her bare feet.

It was dark once she descended into the trees. The sun wasn’t high enough to break through the canopy, and Elain needed to squint to navigate her surroundings. She tried her best to harness her own inner-fox as her feet touched the mossy carpet to smother the sound of her steps. She couldn’t let Graysen know she had followed.

“You should be thanking me,” she heard him say. Elain sank crouched behind a tree as she tried to get in range. How far could a pistol shoot? “This is a quicker death than you deserve.”

He pointed the gun barrel to the cage, fingers poised on the trigger. Elain acted in blind panic. Her fingers were shaking—her whole body, in fact. But all she could see was Lucien, trapped in a cage and snarling at the man about to take his life. Something tugged sharply in her chest, a cord bounding her to Lucien that was stronger than any empathy or fear.

Hot rage flooded her senses. And a ferocious instinct narrowed her world to one, singular thought. Mate.

A gunshot. Once.

Twice.

Elain had never been close to a firing gun before. She was not prepared for the way the explosions rang through her ears and reverberated through the trees. Graysen stumbled, and Elain dropped the hot metal from her hand in favor of launching herself at him.

All she could hear was that second gunshot. Fired after her own, likely in Graysen’s shock at being shot—not anywhere substantial.

It was his leg that he clutched, blood running between his fingers. And all Elain could think was that it was not enough. She shrieked as she tackled Graysen to the ground, finding he went down easy thanks to the injury in his leg.

There was no hesitation. That knife was still in her hands and it was no longer only for protection. It was for vengeance. She stabbed it down blindly, not even paying attention to where she lodged it into his chest. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop until he was dead.

Over and over, until her mind was numb to the sensation of blade sliding through skin, until she no longer registered the blood splattering her clothes and seeping into her red cape, until Graysen had stopped scrambling and gone limp beneath her, until Lucien whimpered where he sat in the cage.

Until Lucien whimpered where he sat in the cage.

Unti—

The knife clambered to the forest floor, splashing where it hit the puddle of blood. Elain practically tripped over Graysen’s body in her scramble to get to the cage, paying no attention to the pool she sat in.

There was only Lucien. Only Lucien—Alive, alive, alive.

A fox, and a liar, and a killer, but alive.

She found she could forgive the rest as she opened the cage. The fox slid out, and light shattered through the trees, so bright Elain needed to look away. She blinked the spots from her vision, staring blankly at the fox that was no longer a fox. He was a naked man, with golden brown skin and worried eyes. Her husband that was no longer her husband.

She had two of those now.

“Elain.” It was the first time she’d heard his voice in over a day. Rasped from disuse but rich and lovely all the same.

She couldn’t fathom why, but hearing it made her cry.

Lucien wasted no time in gathering her into his lap, and she pressed her face into his bare chest as sobs wracked through her body, pushing the air out of her lungs on trembling breath.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, rocking her gently. “It’s okay.”

“You’re not my husband,” she whispered. Like it was the most pressing issue, despite the dead body that laid beside them.

“I don’t care what a piece of paper says.” He held her tighter. “ You are my wife and… and so much more.”

“Mate,” she said through a sniffle, and Lucien went stiff. She glanced up at his ruinously beautiful face, noting the way his eyes had gone wide. “What does that mean?”

“It means we’re equals.” Something tugged in her chest again, like a string tied around her rib. It seemed to pull her towards Lucien, a beautiful golden thread that bound their souls together. His eyes were so soft as he stared at her. Blood covered and splotched cheeked as she was, he still looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.“It means you’re my wife in every way that matters.”

“And you killed people,” she whispered.

“We killed people,” he clarified, with a kiss to her forehead. There was pride glimmering in his voice, like it was an accomplishment and not something she would need to live with.

Elain searched his face, thinking of all the servants that had disappeared. “How many?”

“Only the Lord,” he said darkly. “Though the son was supposed to be dead as well. I thought they both were when I tossed their bodies into the cellar.”

“The servants?”

“Were glamoured to believe their master had dismissed them.”

Elain did not know what a glamour was, but she understood enough to breathe a sigh of relief. Still, she searched his face, so many questions still swimming in her mind. Most prominently: “Why kill Lord Nolan and Graysen?”

His eyes glinted. “He was going to marry my ma—”

“But there was something else,” Elain prompted, fixing him with a look that warned not to lie to her. She had a feeling he would be getting used to it. “Wasn’t there?”

Lucien swallowed, eyes flickering to where Graysen lay bloodied on the forest floor. Slowly, he nodded. “They killed my mother.”

Once again, Elain put the pieces together too slowly. The funeral she had overheard, the woman they had been mourning… “The fox,” she whispered, horrified to think of what they had done to her. “The fox in the entryway?”

His jaw clenched. “I was already on my way to kill them when I ran into you.”

Elain had too young when her mother died. But if it had been any one of her sisters… She understood the bloodlust. They were still sitting in the result of that very same brand of vengeance. To think, after the days these secrets had hung over her and yet they all unraveled in the space of a morning. And with it, her anger.

“And you already knew…” She thought of that adorable face that watched her through the blackberry brambles. “You already knew I was your mate then?”

“From the first moment I laid eyes on you.” His finger stroked through her blood streaked hair. The touch shocked through her, electrifying every nerve. She had missed touching him in his human form, and she might have pressed to touch him more if she couldn’t tell he was considering something. After a long moment, he sighed. “There is something else you should know.”

Elain wasn’t certain she could handle knowing anything else. Certainly not when he introduced it with such dread in his voice. She slumped into his chest and shut her eyes, voice small as she asked, “What is it?”

“Mating bonds can be accepted or rejected.” Oh. Elain relaxed, having expected far worse news. Perhaps Lucien feared her rejection.

She opened her eyes to see that he was staring at her so cautiously, gauging her reaction. Feeling suddenly timid, she asked, “Is it like being married?”

That made him laugh, softly. “In a way, yes.”

“Then I accept,” she answered. It was fascinating, the way his eyes immediately softened, his mouth parted open with gentle shock. It was clear he couldn’t believe it was that easy.

“You do?”

“Of course.” She frowned, his reaction suddenly making her doubt her resolve. “Why? Is there something awful I have to do to accept?”

“No.” He looked sheepish. “You have… already accepted. The day we met in the woods. A mating bond is accepted when a male is fed by his female.”

Fed by his…

Would you like some berries?

Elain sat up, smacking at the hard muscle of his chest with her open palm. “You ate the blackberries knowing it would accept the bond!?”

“You said you accept!” Lucien protested, gently deterring each of her attacks with his forearm. She had laid in bed with him enough times to know he was likely enjoying her being rough with him, and that made her want to smack him harder.

“Not then!”

“But now,” he said, snatching her wrist. Elain was hapless to the way he tugged her closer until she was straddling his still very naked lap, her soaked cape and skirts likely smearing blood over his skin. If Lucien cared, he made no indication. He was far too busy fixing those ridiculously adoring eyes over her face. “You accept it now?”

Elain gave up fighting him. With a sigh, she gave in to the pull of her body that demanded she touch him, comfort him. There was no use denying she had strayed too far from the path to ever turn back. “I accept.”

The sun had come up enough, now, that it filtered through the trees, illuminating Lucien’s brilliant smile. She could have sworn he was the happiest man in the world at that very moment, the way he beamed brightly at her before warm hands framed her face and his soft lips were on hers.

He tasted like the wind on a crisp Autumn day, rich and wild and haunting. Elain had run freely through that wind as a little girl, and now it embraced her, drew her in and pulled her close until she became a part of it, too. Elain’s mouth opened beneath his, and she swore a piece of her soul heaved a sigh of relief as the final notch finally fell into place.

It felt like becoming, like surrendering, like finally letting her soul break loose.

And letting the wild in.

Elain had killed Lord Graysen before the sun had finished rising off the horizon that morning, and she and Lucien had fled the manor before it had finished its path across the sky. Neither of them had very many items of sentimental value hidden away in the manor, and their servants would be discreetly coming with them in separate carriages.

She wondered how long it would take the authorities to discover Lord Nolan and Graysen were dead. When they did, would they think her a victim or an instigator? Not that it mattered, when they were fleeing to one of the most influential Lords on the continent.

Helion. Her father-in-law. Of sorts.

He was nothing short of delighted when their carriage rolled up, unannounced.

“Miss me already?” He teased, light dancing in his eyes as he watched his son step off the carriage. He bowed to Elain when she emerged. “Your beauty remains astounding, Lady. Has your husband calmed enough that I may give you a hug?”

Elain laughed at Lucien’s disgruntled expression. “My mate has learned how to behave himself much better,” she said, feeling a warmth bubbling in her chest at being able to contribute to their affectionate teasing. “I promise we will be well mannered guests.”

“We won’t be guests at all,” Lucien interjected, gliding between them to accept a hug on Elain’s behalf. Because, despite her words, he was still horribly territorial.

“You never were,” Helion said earnestly to Elain from over Lucien’s shoulder. “You have always been family, which means that this is your home.”

Home. This beautiful palace, headed by the warm, wonderful Lord Helion and his charming son. The girl who had ventured down the path from her sister’s cottage would never have believed it, the warmth and love that existed in the place she would be calling home.

Lucien pulled away so that he could offer Elain a sly smile over his shoulder. “I promised my mate she would want for nothing.”

Helion nodded enthusiastically. It seemed he was just as doting as his son as he agreed, “Anything you want and it is yours, Elain.”

She understood, at least, where her husband's devotion came from. Elain’s heart wept with sorrow to think of the relationship Helion must have had with Lucien’s mother—his mate, Lucien had explained in the carriage. The two days trip had been devoid of the fucking they had done last time. Which had been a result of a frenzy brought on by the mating bond.

Elain wanted to scream at all of the things she had been blissfully oblivious to. It was why she felt no shame in asking this of Helion. He had been well aware of the secrets his son kept, and she would be reminding them both of it for a long while to come.

“Do you think you could get a letter to my sisters in the village?” Hope squeezed in her chest. “It would need to be done discreetly.”

At Helion’s searching glance, Lucien elaborated, “Elain murdered her husband. The authorities will likely be searching for her.” He clicked his tongue. “Such a vicious killer, my mate.”

Helion’s laughter interrupted the biting remark she had prepared. His eyes were sparkling with that same mischief that lived in Lucien. “I have a friend who owes me a favor. Consider it done, Lady.”

It was the final thing plaguing her. Feyre had last seen Elain fighting back tears on her doorstep, promising to return the next day. Its possible no one had discovered Graysen and Nolan’s bodies yet, but regardless her sisters would be worried that she had never turned up or sent word. And if the authorities ever did show up, her sisters would probably assume that she had been the culprit—and that Graysen had deserved it.

She wondered what they would think of the fae. Elain supposed she couldn’t force them to come live with them in Velaris, but she hoped they would at least consider it.

“Come inside, then,” Helion hailed, grabbing them both by the arms. “We have a mating and a first kill to celebrate!”

“Do you think she’ll ever write?”

It had been two weeks since the day the authorities showed up at their cottage door to ask after Elain. Feyre had been honest when she said she hadn’t seen her sister in over a month, though she would have given the same answer even if it weren’t true.

Their final parting played over endlessly in her mind. Elain had looked terrified when they’d hugged each other goodbye. Whatever Graysen had done that had driven her to murder, Feyre hoped the bastard rotted in his grave. Just like his abusive father.

It was a conversation Feyre and Nesta entertained frequently with each other. Puzzling out how sweet, gentle Elain could have become a killer, and where she might have fled. Feyre only hoped that wherever she was, she was safe. Happy, hopefully.

Nesta sighed. The conversation was always painful to her. Unlike Feyre, she didn’t get a last goodbye, and Feyre was certain that troubled her. “Not if she’s smart. The authorities will be intercepting all our mail. I hope she’ll stay wherever she’s hidden and forget about us.”

It was the same answer she always gave. Feyre wondered if she truly felt that way. Perhaps it was unwise, but Feyre hoped that one day Elain would find a means to provide them with answers. At the very least, to let them know she was okay.

A movement in the brush caught her eye. They had been sitting outside their cottage to enjoy the sunset. The shadows of the forest were elongated at this time of day, which meant she had trouble spotting the creature at first.

But there, black as night as it slunk through the bush, was a cat that watched them with such human intelligence it made her skin crawl. Their eyes met, and Feyre felt herself relax as she held its gaze.

“Look, Nesta.”

Nesta turned her head, following Feyre’s stare until she, too, was studying the odd cat. She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t encourage it, Feyre. It’s probably a stray.”

Its expression hardly changed, yet Feyre had the distinct impression that it was smirking at them. Come play, its eyes said. Come see. She studied it carefully, wondering why she felt such a pull. Some force was demanding she look closer.

Eventually, her eyes caught at the ribbon tied around its neck.

Her eyes widened. “No, look. It has something tied around its neck.” Feyre stood up, approaching the cat carefully. “Here, kitty.”

The cat came closer and Feyre outstretched her hand so it could sniff. She’d heard that was how one should greet strange animals, yet the cat ignored it entirely in favor of stroking itself against Feyre’s leg. “What a sweet thing you are,” she cooed, scratching it around the ears. It purred, craning its neck into her touch, which gave her the opportunity to slip the note away from the ribbon.

She unraveled it, still absently scratching at the cat’s neck while she peered over the scrawled note. Nesta came over, her curiosity finally winning over her distaste for the animal.

The note was in Elain’s handwriting:

Dear sisters,

I hope my friend has managed to deliver this message to you. As the authorities have likely discovered, Lord Graysen is dead. I am safe in Velaris and I encourage you both to come to the city at once. I will see you both suitably looked after once you get here.

With the most heartfelt affection,

Your sister,

Elain

P.s. You will both be aunties by the end of summer.

“She’s pregnant,” Feyre marveled, uncertain whether to be overjoyed or horrified. “Do you think it’s Lord Graysen’s?”

Feyre secretly hoped her sister had found a lover to run away with, and that she had a fantastically scandalous love story to tell when they next saw each other.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nesta snapped. “Of course it’s Graysen’s. She must be terrified.”

That hung in the air for a moment. Both of them mourning what Elain had to endure. Watching her leave down that iron dusted path the day she was to be married was the hardest day of Feyre’s life. That helplessness… It made her sick to think how Elain must have felt. And now to be a mother, widowed.

It made Feyre want to cry. She did not know how they would get to Velaris, since they hardly had the money to hire a carriage. But Feyre knew they would get there by any means necessary, to be with their sister through her pregnancy.

“I’m burning this letter,” Nesta said from where she’d been reading over her shoulder. Feyre huffed as the paper was sntached from her hands, not bothering to turn as Nesta’s footsteps retreated inside the cottage.

She was still absently stroking the cat. With the letter gone, she turned its attention back to running her fingers through its soft blue-black fur. It was most peculiar color she had ever seen. She longed to paint it, wondering exactly what colors she’d use to achieve such a unique shade. The cat had rolled onto its side, eyes half-lidded as it pressed its head closer into her touch.

“What a clever thing,” she praised, thinking of the journey it must have had to get here all the way from Velaris. “I wonder how Elain was able to get you here. Did you stowaway in someone’s carriage?”

It was hardly listening to her, far too preoccupied with the attention she was providing it with her fingers. She laughed, strangely endeared to the creature despite never being too fond of cats.

“Nesta,” Feyre called. “Will you bring out some of that cooked chicken?”

“You shouldn’t feed it,” Nesta grumbled, carrying out a piece of chicken despite her words. Nesta would never admit it, but she had always had a soft heart for animals. Feyre still remembered the way she had puked the first time they’d gone hunting together. “It will never leave if you do.”

The cat cracked open one eye, looking very much as though it found that prospect appealing.

Feyre accepted the piece of chicken, studying the sleek creature. There was an awareness to it that was unlike any cat she had ever encountered. Objectively, she knew that should make her wary. But Elain had been the one to send the thing, after all. “I suppose we should take it back to Elain, shouldn’t we?”

She turned, enough to see how put out Nesta looked at the suggestion. Feyre laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said to the cat. “I’m sure she’ll warm up to you eventually.”

The cat made a face as though it didn’t believe her. Judging by Nesta’s huff of breath, and the way she stormed back inside, Nesta didn’t believe her either. Stubborn creatures, all around. Feyre thought her heart must have a unique affection for them.

She placed the chicken in her palm and held it out carefully. “Eat, sweet little thing. You must be hungry from your long journey.”

The cat sat up, studying the food in her palm curiously. It looked up at her, expression oddly contemplative. For a moment, Feyre swore its eyes had been the most vivid amethyst.

A trick of the light, surely.

Having made up its mind, the cat stretched forward and sniffed curiously at the chicken in her hand. Then, careful of its sharp teeth, it opened its mouth against her flat palm. She felt the scrape of its tongue as it ate the piece of chicken right out of her hand.

And once the chicken was gone, and any remnants on her hand licked clean, she could have sworn the cat smiled at her.

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Play This: Twin Coves

Play This is a place for me to tell you about games or game demos that I love and want everyone to play! Right. Now.

Twin Coves is a paranormal romance meets murder mystery visual novel set in a small seaside town where you play a newbie private investigator. By Wisteria Games. Currently in Development. Play the demo here!

Honestly, that elevator pitch was all I needed to be fully invested. Urban Fantasy is one of my favorite book genres and it made me so happy to find a game exploring the tropes and trappings I adore. You want vampires? You want werewolves? You want sexy fae that give you magical tattoos (I don't have a fave yet what are you talking about)? You want...a guy with a guitar? This game has you covered!

Obvs, the game is likely to change from the demo but: play as Morgan (customizable name/gender/appearance maybe??), a freshly minted private investigator figuring out a day-to-day existence after the tragic loss of their mentor. The stakes start out high as we pick up this story in media res and Morgan can't catch a break as hits keep on coming. It probably says something about me that one of my favorite tropes of urban fantasy is the constantly escalating demands on the hero's attention and competing priorities. That and private investigators.

Get a taste of some of the 9 romantic options with a charcuterie board of romance tropes to pick from: second chance; enemies to lovers; strong and silent; hot neighbor; did I mention sexy, Billy Idol-esque fae?; werewolf daddy; vampire daddy

"And if you can't be on a first-name basis with an ancient vampire after he personally puts band-aids on your scrapes, when can you be?"

I'm looking forward to romancing them all--not always the case with large cast VNs.

The music is great. It's set in the 90s (swoon) and you can wear a leather jacket and Doc Martens (double swoon). There's an RO that calls you "kitten." But what really made me love the game: I got to play as a hot mess. Morgan's going through some shit and you have the option to not handle it great. As someone that has also gone through some shit and handled it poorly--well, I didn't realize I needed a game to explore it until I played a game that let me do just that. I would love to play through a character arc of healing and growth. And luhrve and smooches.

You get to order pizza and be addicted to coffee. This game is made for me!

Play the demo and tell me how much you love it! There are some content warnings for the game--please treat yourself with care if you choose to engage. It's fantastic and gorgeous and I'm so very excited to play the whole thing. Thank you for letting me ramble about a thing I love 🥰

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Chapter 7 - Smoke, Salt, and Asbestos

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Plot heavy chapter! Also Dubheasa POV. Tell me what you think of Dubheasa POV.

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CW: non-human whumpee (changeling), "it" as a pronoun, emotional trauma related to "evil" parents, human evil, discussion of human nature, caretaker falls ill, multiple caretakers, self-hatred/negative self-talk, migraines, limb loss (past)

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I have often been told by the mages I speak to that not all fae magic is old. I've pressed many times for what they mean by this, only to be told that as humanity is young intelligent life, the fae once were, too. They often call the current way of alchemy cruel - something that transforms the body over time. I don't see much of a difference between magecraft and alchemy there, but they tell me that fae magic was once cruel, too. It is perhaps one of the few things we can agree on. Ancient fae curses are a terrifying thing indeed.

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“Since you’ve been gone, we’ve learned more about these so-called wicked unions, or, at least, I have.”

Father regarded Silvanus quietly. It seemed to Silvanus that he was trying to dissect apart his emotions and figure out what the next thing to say would be. Father was very good at that. Extraordinarily so.

“It’s all very difficult to say.”

Silvanus’ heart dropped. Father didn’t think he could handle whatever the truth was.

I’m not a child anymore.

“We had another child that got dropped here who is much the same as you, child.” Father took a deep breath. “She’s the child of one of these wicked unions. We wanted to protect her the way we couldn’t protect you.”

Silvanus’ heart leaped as he looked up at Father. Another like me?

“I can’t say this easily, child, but your parents were people who used fae magic to murder fae creatures. Tortured them. The curse upon you is an old-fashioned one. It prevents the child of such parents from ever having a child with the ability to use fae magic. We’ve yet to figure out how to break it, but we’re going find something for you, child. Your pain is from trying to use fae magic. It damages your body. We won’t let that happen to her.”

If Silvanus wasn’t already on his knees, he surely would’ve fallen on them. He wasn’t sure what to feel at that moment. On one hand, he’d never known his parents. On the other, they’d murdered the very people who’d protected him and raised him for all those years. It felt, even if Silvanus knew it to be untrue, that their sins were inseparable from himself.

After all, it was the reason he was forced to leave.

Maybe it explained why he mastered such a volatile Source.

Maybe it even explained why he could only seem to hurt Briac.

What Father said was true - those headaches he’d developed as a child only seemed to grow worse as he sat there, waiting for Father’s next words.

Tears welled in his eyes.

“Child, please do not allow this to break your heart. You’re much stronger than you believe yourself to be.”

His words only made Silvanus tear up more.

“One day, we, too, will have to drive her out. It is inevitable. Dubheasa tells me you’ve done well for yourself as an alchemist. Though I know well that it may very well be against your oath, we hope that you might help us find somewhere that would take her in as an alchemist, to see if she has talent.”

Silvanus nodded with a heavy heart.

“There’s no way to break it?”

Father shook his head. “I’m afraid not, child. A fae that talented in curse magic… one so far gone as to curse an innocent child,” Father took a deep breath. “I dread meeting the creature that would be so cruel. Exacting curses on kin instead of the wrongdoer… I just hope our child does not have to join human society.”

Father took another deep, heavy breath. Silvanus could almost hear the weight on his chest as he tried to fill his lungs under its crushing power.

“I would like to meet that fae creature under your care. I hear he’s a changeling?”

Silvanus perked up a little. “Yes, he calls himself Briac. From what I understand, after they found out he wasn’t human, they tortured him for years. He um…” Silvanus tsked a little as he tried to put his words together. “Humans are awful. I hate them sometimes.”

Father regarded Silvanus sharply. “Human nature isn’t awful. Humankind is. There’s a big difference there. The fae can be just as cruel. Look at you.”

Silvanus sat in silence for a long time after that. Even as his conversation with Father came to a close for the day, he found himself lingering on that thought.

Am I really proof of any cruelty?

What if I had become like them, if I inherited their magic?

Maybe this is a gift.

Frankly, Silvanus had no clue what to think.

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Briac could feel the magic running through the land in its body. It found the feeling of being stronger and relieved by such power disgusting.

Of course, it should’ve long accepted that it wasn’t human. It had known for years at that point. It was evil and was powered off of its evil magic. It could even heal its wretched, deceptive body with the magic of others.

It’s like they said.

I’m a leech.

Self-hatred boiled in it. It wanted to rip its heart out and be free of the pain of emotion and consciousness. Briac knew that its consciousness was a fabrication to fit in with the humans, but, perhaps, if Briac could rip out that heart that hurt in its chest whenever it thought of such things, it could be free of the pain.

Where am I anyway?

Somehow, the pain of its selfish heart had distracted Briac from its surroundings. The room it was in was dark, but something heavy covered it.

Blankets?

The sheets that covered it were thick and warm. In fact, they even smelled clean.

Briac pushed its head back on the pillow. The pillow was soft and springy, as was the mattress. These weren’t lumpy old things that were discarded and given to a disgusting creature. They were for someone much, much more worthy of them than Briac was.

The pain in its body was likewise overwhelming. The medication - the one that had hurt so much - had long since worn off. The pain of the broken bones, its neck - a list of injuries it didn’t dare think more about - had all come back like a train that had hit it. It couldn’t dispose of the blankets or clean them.

No! I can’t be beaten!

Panic was quick to take over. Maybe they were giving it nice blankets so it could be at peace before it was killed. Maybe they were preparing it for a burial and hadn’t realized it wasn’t dead yet. Maybe, just maybe, the blankets and mattress were a trap.

The doors opened to a magnificent figure. He smelled of old moss and the earth after a rainy day. Horns grew out of his head. The feeling of his ancient power was almost overwhelming. It made Briac want to crawl from its resting place and bow.

The creature merely smiled softly. “Rest easy child. I wish only to speak to you.”

Somehow, that smell of old moss slowly became reassuring. Briac felt the tense muscles in its body relax as the creature, with a long cape of furs, came and sat by its bed.

My tongue feels loose.

Why?

“Silvanus tells me that you came from a bad place?”

The great creature plucked a small mossen flower from his mossy, floral hair and handed it to Briac. The smell of the flower, as Briac smelled it, filled Briac with a sense of safety that it knew was magical. Regardless, it savored the taste of that fleeting sense of safety and relaxation.

“W-who are you?”

Briac’s damaged cords couldn’t even put together a simple sentence. It felt so completely and utterly embarrassed.

“You need not fear my judgment, child. That is squarely reserved for the ones who did this to you. I’m the spirit they call Father. I watch over lost, abandoned, and injured children of any race - human, animal, or fae.”

Briac nodded a little, still fighting that unfamiliar sense of embarrassment.

“I understand if you do not speak of it to me. I just ask simply if the other alchemists are treating you well? Silvanus, I have no doubts, is trying his best from my conversations with him.”

Briac looked a little shocked at the question.

“This creature has yet to meet many of them. This creature has met Maximilian and thinks that he is fair, if it is asked for such an opinion.”

“Fair as in kind or fair as in predictable in his tempers?”

The question was knowing. Briac got the sense that Father had dealt with this sort of situation before.

“Predictable in his tempers, Sir. This creature has not been hurt.”

Father sighed a little, another action that made Briac freeze at first.

“That’s good to hear, at least. I’m told you have significant injuries from iron. We will prepare you with treatments so that they do not hurt and they heal quickly. You are to leave with Silvanus, so you will not be able to spend much time here. He suffers headaches from this place.”

Headaches?

Briac nodded as though it knew. “This creature thanks you for your mercy, Sir.”

Father nodded to it. “Be kind to yourself, Briac. We will speak more at a later date. I think that you have much to work through before you and I will be productive in conversations.”

Briac nodded again, pretending to know. As the scent of Father left the room, it found itself longing for that calming, gentle scent.

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Dubheasa never liked having the lights off in her quarters, but knew she had to compromise for her brother who’d started his migraines within two hours of entering the Repose. It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar sight - the two of them had spent many nights together in the dark all those years ago.

That was a long time ago, it seemed. That was a time before they knew of Silvanus’ curse, when his migraines were just misfortune. That was before she found out that she didn’t have any talent for the healing arts.

Before my arm.

She grabbed her metal shoulder a little.

I need to get tea for him.

Caffeine always helped Silvanus. She suspected he still got his migraines over at the Hall, which is why he always had that caffeinated tea.

Maybe he gets it specially grown for him.

She grinned to herself. It would be very much like Silvanus to do.

Once she’d gathered the tea and crackers she made for Silvanus, she entered the darkness of her bedroom where Silvanus was lying to rest his head.

“Did you know?”

Dubheasa handed him the cup and plate. It didn’t take her long to figure out what he’d meant.

“Father did tell me, yes. I wanted him to tell you though. I’m not good with things like that. You know that.”

Silvanus sat up a little. Dubheasa guessed that his stomach was unsettled, which is why she’d brought crackers.

He snacked on them a little as she waited for his response. She knew him well enough to know that he needed the silence to put his words together.

“He doesn’t hate me.”

“Of course he doesn’t! He never did, Silvanus. He regretted not recognizing the curse sooner.”

Silvanus went quiet again, instead sipping on the tea. When he decided to pick the crackers up again, his bites were shy and small, as though he would hurt them.

“You’re so different. Everything is.” Silvanus gave a pained expression.

“You’ve changed, too. That’s what happens when time passes like this.” She waved her metal arm in the air.

“When you told me about the battle, that you were hurt but okay, I didn’t know what to think.”

Dubheasa laughed a little despite the seriousness of the conversation. “I’m not sure I did either.” Silvanus looked a little dejected so she tried a different approach. “I promise you one day, there will be a way to break that curse of yours.”

Silvanus laughed a little. “You're going to be the one who breaks it for me? Miss ‘I don’t want to study! I want to blow things up!’”

Dubheasa scowled at him. Sometimes she forgot that her destructive tendencies went back much farther than she herself remembered.

“Maybe not me, but someone.”

Again, they sat in silence.

“I hope that someone hurries up.” Silvanus was quiet again for a while, snacking and sipping. His tongue was always looser with his migraines at full force. “I don’t know how sustainable being an alchemist at the Hall really is.”

Dubheasa nodded a little. “You’re talented but you don’t have the ability to let go, right? Alchemists seem to be really good at that.”

Silvanus nodded.

“You’re bright, Silvanus. It’ll all work out in the end. Curse, no curse. Alchemist or not. Everything will be fine.”

“I just don’t want to humiliate Maximilian. He worked so hard to get me here after I left.”

It was sudden, almost jarringly so for Silvanus.

“You won’t. Try to get some sleep if the caffeine doesn’t keep you up. I’ll see if they can make something for your nausea.”

Silvanus crumbled back into the sheets like the leftovers of a cookie jar. “Thank you, Dubheasa.”

She nodded a little before deciding to head to the door. As she closed it, she could’ve sworn he’d said something else to her.

“I love you.”

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